I've been known to pen a poem now and again, although not many erotic ones. Thought I'd share this one I wrote a few years back to a penpal I met through Literotica.



The bard soaked in water up to his chin,
Admiring his manhood magnified therein,
A tale of debauchery he commenced to spin
To enjoy a reverie of sweet mortal sin.

In his mind’s eye a lovely red-haired lass,
Of bountiful bosom and broad rounded ass,
A twinkle in her eye, sharp wit, full of sass,
The very thought of her made his cock gain in mass.

Assertively open and saucy was she
As she raised the hem of her skirt ‘bove her knee.
“Self-pleasure is fun, but you hold the key
to offering heights unimagined to me.”

“And if you’re amenable to sharing my treasure,
devoting yourself to my insatiable pleasure
and lolling through sensual hours of leisure,
I’d gladly partake of your manhood’s full measure.”

Our bard in his bath now started to shift,
And to his erection his hand it did drift.
A thousand possibilities his mind tried to sift
As he stroked the large shaft that now was quite stiffed.

“I’ll show you what I’m about, you naughty wench,
if you’ll just oblige me and lean over this bench.
I carry more tools than a hammer and wrench, and
I’ll give you something fine for your ladyship to clench.”

Piqued and excited she complied in a hurry
As his trousers came down with a zip and a flurry.
About her readiness there was not a worry,
Her mound fairly dripped with her feminine slurry.

He entered her sweetness with a firm thrust,
And moved in and out as by instinct he must.
To wait for her climax seemed only just;
That his pleasure would come, this much he could trust.

The bard in the bath the cooled water did splash
As his straining Seamus he did lovingly thrash.
The book he’d been holding fell down with a crash
As his lust then exploded in a great flash.

The important moral of this immoral tale
Is this may be what you receive in your mail
When you chance to meet some spicy frail
Who enjoys proclivities beyond the pale.

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superb!

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"feminine slurry" *faints*


/me lurvs feminine slurry!


Great tale you spun, Red!

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.

Thanks Wild Irish. I gotcher slurry right here.

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"I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun, claiming these streets for myself."--Jonatha Brooke