“Erotic Presence” is within the Eroticisms of a Poetic Expression,
...and perhaps I would rate this quite the tad over “R”...for the intuitive visions...
also not necessarily a "story" :)
although in this story section....
I Hope You Enjoy Reading This Erotic Expression....
Erotic Presence
The firm hands of midnight struck out into my imagination,
as I slipped into my blue stilettos…
My long daggered heels are a platform to my arousals invitation;
undressing myself within the sensuality of satin’s sheer lace…
Announcing my objectives to myself as I fasten my pearls across my neck;
I sigh with pleasures anticipation…thinking of intimate release…
I feel like a prowess feline walking along the banister of nightfall’s fantasy…
Sauntering seductively; stripping into a sexy vixen; softly entering into replete desires…
Thieving preludes are visions like a prowler inside my selfish insatiable needs…
Adorning one man with my unavowed restless thoughts…
Him…
Allured by my provoking sensual visions,
I’m thinking of his masculinity while laying upon Egyptian threads…
I didn’t make a sound as I approached his sweet slumbered dreams…
Softly entering upon his melding essence…
He was unaware of my intentions quest…
…I am not sure he even sees me coming towards him…
I feel the thunder inside me radiate; demanding profusions…
Stroking the elongated spread of my silken thighs…
…Enwrapping him in my turbulent fire…
Sultrily strutting the bodice of my femininity with precision…
…Careening my body like a wave of emotion on top of him…
…I am feeling his soul…Inhaling the scent of his manliness…
While I undress him feverishly with my salacious eyes;
Invading his bedroom with intimate privacy;
Touching his shaft of readiness with my tongue;
The man of my personal cravings awakens…to me…
…a man of utter timber sculpting my provocative thoughts…
Straddling him with intentions of my sexual prowess,
I whispered into the torrid darkness within my lured existence “I want you….”
Yes!!... Exclaimed by this beautiful man of intoxicating presence,
I swell at the unencumbered thought of his stifling touch…
Beneath his naked dreams I am pining within my agile eagerness,
the heat of my domineering thighs embracing him tightly…
…purging the submergence of my aching desires…
Drawn upon a body so virile, inducing me with his claiming kiss…
He has possessed my longing thoughts for his penetrations…
His steed of rugged manly stature; taunting my unfettered senses with arousals quest…
Yes he excites the deepest part of my temptations hungers;
causing me to lose sight of my surroundings deemed…openly I continue to come to him,
saturating myself within his seductive voice…
Silently…I watch him as I feed my desires to know him more…
…watching his bare chest rise in stimulations breadth…
My thoughts are planned like erotic preludes,
as I take his hands pressing upon my firm hungry breasts…
Showing him the secret lubrication of my body;
Thrusting myself into the mouth of his appetite…rising to know his claim…
Knowing my secret thoughts have pleasured him…
…like no other woman ever could…
I am addicted to these heightened moments of satiations,
and now I want so much more…
Uninhibited I want to kneel before him,
as my hands search out every inch of his manly being…
Savoring the pulsations of him within me…
Throbbing deeply I tighten my core upon his erect measures…
Claiming him as my own…in mind, in body, in soul…
To know every hair upon his sculpted frame,
the scent of him marked upon the soul of my flesh…
Pleasures of our bodies thrusting in unison;
to reach the multiple explosions of euphoria…
Looking into his eyes, seeing his heart… I am taken;
wanting him to be mine…
Needing to give him my euphoriant songs of love…
I penetrate my throbbing climax upon him
mounting him within my commanding passions of demand…
Riding his hard steed of my primordial yearnings…
Claiming him with my desires of impassioned lust…
Tasting every drop of his hot rhythms love…I swelter…
…quivering…
Within these surmounting anticipations my caressive heart beats faster upon my quest;
coupled as one euphoric eruption of ecstasy after another…
…with him…
…only him…
…the fetish of my love’s song surges into the nightfalls;
shuddering my flaming senses with tensions release…
Primitive language of ecstasy echoes…
…singing the uncontrollable sounds of love…
I continue to want to feel him inside our orgasmic love songs…
Singing to him the language of these desirous explosions expressed…
…over & over & over again…
Vibrating within my trembling needs…
Savored by these explicit moments of fulfillments…
…for him…and only him…
Then it happens….
…drifting inside my mind of erotic desires to feel his thrusting pulse…
I see him naked with the masculinity that I adore….
…needing…reaching…
Wanting to press my arching chest upon his hard body,
I touch myself;
spreading my secret lips of sinuous nectars for him to see…
…to feel my fire’s depths…
Guiding him to my private showing…
…caressing him with the entirety of my being…
…my soul kissed with orgasmic delights…
Rubbing his rippled back with my whet lips,
I surrender like a slave in love…
…caressing his skin with my heated breath,
biting the primal instincts of our uncontrollable sensual release…
Kissing the lubricious depths of his intimate passions…
Tasting the swallows of love’s explosions…
Spreading my heightened love all over his pleasures eruptions…
Rubbing every sultry drop of him upon my soul…
I release myself uncontrollably into this beautiful fantasy…
Satisfied…surged into the climbing moments of prurient satisfactions,
and then I did not need to say a word, sighing within my satiated pleasures;
as I succumb to the moaning songs of kindled erotic presence…
I lay tasted…
…dipping my fingers into the deep measures of love…
…entering the saturated folds of my supple lips…
Penetrated by lascivious emotions with my driven passions…
to hear the voice and read the words made me feel as tho i was outside your door listening like a Voyeur to a wild night of Passion-wow-quite the poem!!!
Victoria, This is my second trying to read your erotic, volcanic
poem. I personally believe you should do a book of erotic poetry.
I'll be your first customer!
p.s. Your utube made it hard to concentrate on the poem!!!
Always,
Deborah
Victoria,
the poetry in your unique use of language
prolongs and heightens (thankfully) the erotic experience.
What I wouldn't give for a cigarette now...
-gene.
Victoria,
It's not often I find an erotic write from a female's perspective that has this much class. This is skillfully penned with intricate word choices and timing. I like the way a few of the lines taper off - "...for him...and only him...". This seems so romantic and passionate. Obviously a steamy write. Excellent work!
Sheila
My dearest Victoria,
Ever have I known that you are indeed the Romantic Poetess of all time. And this knowledge now leaves me speechless even as I struggle to breathe amid the exotic splendor of eroticism at its finest.
In "Erotic Presence" nothing is explicit, yet I know and feel everything. I am in the Grand Sultan's tent being entertained by his most accomplished seductress. The implicit phrasing is embellished beyond control by the irresitable sensuality of perfectly matched mood music. I am helpless. There is no escape nor do I entertain such a foolish thought. Death is not upon me, yet I am in Heaven. Euphoria captivates every moment of an existence that I pray will never end.
My darling Victoria, the weave of "Erotic Presence" holds tighter than your Egyptian threads. I find myself wanting to illustrate the singular brilliance of your poetry by quoting phrase after phrase and line after line until I'm led to the inevitable conclusion that the only way to do justice to the magic of "Erotic Presence" is to repeat the passion and rhythm of every stanza in its entirety.
I'm sure you'll understand why I'm taking "Erotic Presence" to bed with me tonight.
"I release myself uncontrollably into this beautiful fantasy" -- you certainly did Vickie -- this is quite a work and magnificently executed -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael
wow1 you must have been exhausted after writing this, x rated very , very erotic, very graphic in a poetic way, this certainly takes your mind on a very pleasurable journey,this one is going into my collection, this so sensual, and beautifully written,i would realy love to meet you.i just love how your stye changes from one piece of work to the next, you see poetry everywhere what a beautifull gift. thank so much for sharing, i would say hope your life is filled with love but after reading this it obviously is,
HA! I said I'd be awhile, but I couldn't resist :)
"While I undressed him feverishly with my salacious eyes;
Invading his bedroom with intimate privacy;
Touching his shaft of readiness with my tongue;
The man of my personal cravings awakens…to me…
…a man of utter timber sculpting my provocative thoughts…
Straddling him with intentions of my sexual prowess,
I whispered into the torrid darkness within my lured existence “I want you….”"
Is my fave part.
This is the best erotic poem I've ever read. I truly mean that. It's so sensually and flowingly visual, and the music that goes with it gives the poem a divine essence. Reading the poem for me lasted just as long as the song was running; how cool, huh? :)
A magnificent work. Do you think you would ever publish this anywhere?
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