Erotic (Sometimes) Poems (5) ……. [sex; Some Long; One Short; No One Under 13 Admitted Without Guardian’s Approval! ] Poem by Bri Edwards

Number ONE:

Eroticism: A Limerick …. [about Eroticism; VERY SHORT; well, it IS a LIMERICK! ]

It is “Arousing sexual desire”.
It is “Setting the libido on fire”.
NOT just for husband and wife.
To “Love”, it may give more life.
BUT restraint, at times, it may require.

(April 2015)

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Number TWO:

Virgin No More ….. [XXX; sex; deflowering (NOT gardening; no children allowed]

My bonnie lassie, I’ll tell no lies.
I’ll NOW have …. ‘twhat’s between your thighs.
NO, not that cat …. that’s purring there,
but your tender flesh (with halo of ….. pubic hair) .

“Scat! ”, you cat. “Your mistress is mine.”
I’ll taste her nectar, like new sweet wine.
I’ll surround her pink point with hungry lips,
as I spread fleshy folds with my finger tips.

She’ll know the pleasure of …. my long tongue,
as I lick her cherry. I can tell she is young.
But not so young to not feel mounting pleasure,
as I delve her depths in search of her treasure.

As, around her hole, my finger I’m tracing ……
my heart is pounding, my pulse is racing.
She softly moans as her nectar does flow;
I lap it hungrily, as my member does grow.

She pulls my left hand …. to her left breast;
it’s but a small mound, upon her young chest.
But its nipple is firm and begs to be sucked.
I’d better do it if ….. I wish to get f++ked.

My right hand remains on her oozing clam,
into which, before long, my manhood shall slam.
But I move my mouth to her perky bud-so-brown;
if milk comes out I’ll swallow it down.

Her firm red cherry is a lovely sentry …..
keeping young and old from making an entry.
But now I POP! her cherry with thrusts of my thumb,
and deeper [into her hole] my thumb does plumb.

Her young female moans are now no longer soft,
and she sends loud hallelujahs to Heaven aloft.
And now that her cherry has been properly plucked,
her thoughts AND mine are on …… getting f++ked.

It won’t be my first f++king; that’s true for sure,
nor my last f++king that.... I’ll be doing with her.

(April 18, 2015)

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Number THREE:

Neighbor Boy …………. [not the typical neighbor Mom; Seduction of a minor; Sex; not personal (darn!) : Long]

My son Tom is thirteen years old today,
and my ex took him this afternoon to play ….
miniature golf.

Shortly after the car carrying them took off,
his school friend Aaron called; at first I did cough.
Aaron lives three blocks away and asked for Tom.
A thought (perverse) went off in my brain …. like a bomb!

I told Aaron that Tom would be home soon.
“Come on over. Ice cream’s in freezer. Grab a spoon.
I’m going to take a shower now. Just let yourself in.”
[What I was thinking, then, may have been a sin.]

I’d been without a man for almost three years.
My sex life revolved around steamy novels …. and beers.
Aaron was athletic, handsome ……, and tall as my ex.
Some nights I’d fantasized that ….., with him, I’d have sex.

I watched the street. My muscles were tight.
When I saw the boy arriving ……, it just-felt-right!
I knew there were laws against what I had in mind.
I entered my shower and the warmth helped me to ….. unwind.

I’d thrown my towel into hamper before my shower;
my heart was pounding. I might have at most an hour ….
to satisfy my natural longing to hold a man once more.
I hoped Aaron wouldn’t think that I was a whore.

I hadn’t really needed a shower; I’d had one not long before.
I heard him enter my house; like boys do, he slammed the door.
I waited only a few minutes, then shut off the water.
Only Tom lived with me. I had no other son or daughter.

The shower curtain was opaque. I boldly called out:
“Aaron, come here please. You need to help me out.”
I heard a knock on the bathroom door, to which I did call:
“I forgot my towel. Do you mind grabbing one from the closet hall? ”

“Well, Mrs. Wright, how can I bring it to you THERE? ”
I said “Oh Aaron, honey, you won’t see me, I swear.'

I heard the closet door open and close, and again his voice:
“Are you sure it’s ok for me to come in? ” I said: “You’ve got no choice.
I’m dripping wet, it’s cool in here; don’t let me catch a chill!
I’ll stay behind the shower curtain. I promise I will.”

I heard the bathroom door open. I stayed behind the curtain.
He said: “What now? I have the towel.” I said “Well, I’m not certain.”
He said: “I’ll leave it here on the towel rod. Then I’ll go outside.”
I threw open the shower curtain. He stood dumbstruck, his eyes open so wide.

“Mrs. Wright! ! You’re naked. You said you’d stay out of sight! ”
“Well, my dear, women say lots of things. Please don’t be uptight.”
I thought he might turn around and run, but his eyes were glued on me.
Apparently he was more interested in my body. I said “this much is free.”

“Free? ” he said.

“Yes, Aaron, every boy should get to view a woman; take a look.”
I could see his young Adam’s Apple bob once or twice at his throat.
“Isn’t this better than learning female anatomy from a dirty book? ”
[He stood motionless, his mouth agape; his stare had become a gloat.]

“I’m really getting cold now, Aaron, sweetie. What are you going to do? ”
[I still thought he might drop the towel, turn tail and run.]
Don’t keep both eyes on just one of my breasts. You know, I have TWO! ”
[Then he gently reached out with the towel and started drying. What fun! ]

He didn’t say anything for a while, but continued at his job.
It felt so good at last to be pampered by a ‘man’; I really nearly did sob.
“You don’t have to rub so gently, Aaron; you know, I won’t break.
Rub harder, especially between my thighs. It’s where I really ache.”

He was wearing tennis shorts and shoes and a red T-shirt.
By now my nipples were so hard, I imagined they did hurt.
I reached out and pulled his face to my chest, saying: “It’s alright.”
[He eagerly sucked on each nipple; he even gave each a little bite.]

“Ouch! …. Why, Aaron, have you done this before? You naughty boy! ”
[Then I felt a hand against my quivering quim, as though I were HIS toy! ]
Why, dear, you’ve surprised me a bit. You’ve “got it in you” I do see.
Tom’s gone for an hour or more. Would you like to put something …. IN me? ”

Now it was his turn to play the seducer role.
I felt one finger, maybe two, sliding into my slick hole.
My hole in front, not in the back, though that hole, too, could use some ‘love’.
I’d welcome his young member into whichever of my holes he’d like to shove …
“IT”.

With both of us now thinking: “We might have to do this fast”,
I led him to my bed, grabbing a condom, as, my dresser, I passed.
He said: “I brought my own, Mary.” His use of “Mary” made me blush.
[Remember, Readers, this really didn’t happen …., so keep it ….. HUSH-hush]

(April 18, 2015)

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Number FOUR:

(4) First Meeting ….. [a HETEROSEXUAL ‘trip for two’; internet couple; gets steamy; very LONG]

With emails exchanged and their photos sent,
two lonely people, male and female, their hopes did vent.
Computers now bring people together from far and wide,
while making their true selves a lot easier to hide.

There’s no need even to hear each other’s voice,
though, most times, that’d be a matter of choice.
For some, “no touching” may be enough for the collective need,
but for most, I think, meeting face-to-face and touching will succeed ….
in bringing them to where they’d like to be:
“in physical touch”; [that’s between you Readers and me].

“Physical Touch”. You know: hugging, kissing, petting and MORE.
The kind of stuff that can rock people to their erotic core ….,
and sometimes make a lasting bond ……., and sometimes not.
Eroticism may not last, but at first it’s often ‘VERY hot’.

“She” lives in another town, perhaps another state,
but when she suggests that “He” visit, he can NOT wait.
If he’s a “gentleman” he may pack condoms, flowers, and/or candy.
But for sure (if he’s like me) he’ll arrive at her door feeling randy.

She may buy sheer panties and get a diaphragm.
She may plan an intimate meal for two with greens and ham.
[She may even reserve a motel room (for one) , just in case …..
she can’t stand him and slams HER door ……in HIS poor face.]

If she’s smart she’ll put the ‘police’ on her “speed dial”,
and suggest a friend call her, or stop by for while.
It doesn’t hurt to ‘be careful’ when the date’s arranged.
After all, he may end up being a lone wolf, deranged.

[But I digress! ]

My ….., I mean “Their” story:

She reviews some emails they’ve exchanged. She takes a shower.
A dab or two of perfume has her smelling ….. like a tropical flower.
It’s mid-afternoon and he’s punctual, a trait she does adore.
He holds a gay bouquet and bows comically when she opens her door.


“Oh, Stephen, you’re just on time. Come in, come in.”


She offers her hand, which he gently shakes, thinking: (“What’s this? ”) .
But then she gives him a little hug followed by a little kiss ………… on his
cheek.
(“That’s more like it”) , he thinks [but he’s careful not to voice his thought].
Then she says: “Lovely flowers. Thank you. Is this all you brought? ”

“Oh, I know you offered me a place to stay tonight, but ….
I thought bringing a suitcase in now just wasn’t quite right.
We’ll see how things go, don’t you agree, Helen, dear? ”
And Helen says: “I like ‘Helen, dear’; it doesn’t sound AT ALL queer.

“And, yes, I agree that your luggage can wait.
I may find you a face-to-face bore, or even come to hate ….
you! ”
[They each get a laugh out of what each has said.
Now both are filled more with comfort and less with dread.]

[I’ll tell you more, Readers, about this lonely pair.
After three months of emails, Helen and Stephen both did dare ….
to profess love for another! It’s true; I swear!
NOW, we’ll see how ‘warm’ a “First Meeting” they share.]

Helen now beckons him to enter her home and shows him a seat.
“Here, take a seat in the kitchen, while I cook us something to eat.
Care for water, or if you’d prefer it, I have beer and wine”,
to which Stephen answers: “Perhaps beer later; now water is fine.”

“Well if it’s all the same to you, I’d like some wine NOW.
It’s there on the counter. Could you get me some, please, while I start …..
cooking our chow? ”
“Sure thing.” Then Stephen asks: “Helen, where’s the corkscrew? ”
“No screw-tool is needed ……. just yet. It’s a screw cap; your HAND will do.”

A smile crosses Steve’s face, as he half-fills her glass.
“Oh, thanks. I guess half a glass is good, lest I fall on my ass.
I’ve not had much to eat yet today; it’s not unusual for me.
I had a late brunch of toast and butter …., and green tea.”

“So you’re a tea-drinker, are you? That’s good to know.
My dad liked his tea. His mom was English, but he was born in Toronto,
Canada.”
While they talk, Helen removes from the “fridge” a beef roast.
“I’ve been marinating this. I’ll have leftovers tomorrow with my toast.
This will take a few hours to cook, so we’ll have time to talk.
Once it’s in the oven, perhaps we can take a walk ….
around the neighborhood.”

[Steve drinks his water, no ice, and Helen has some wine.
When she bends over (in jeans) at the oven, he thinks: (“Her ass is FINE! ”) .
She too has some thoughts about him, which she doesn’t dare to share: ….
(“I wonder how Stephen looks with no pants …., in his underwear.”) ]

[You, Readers, may find out.]

Steve says: “It’s a great day outside. It’s a nice idea, to walk.
Emails are nice too, but I enjoy (more) face-to-face talk.”
AND he thinks to himself: (“That’s a plus that Helen can cook, but ….
to be face-to-face with her in bed I also do look ……
forward to.”)

Helen wears her tight jeans partly because they make her feel more secure,
and partly because she knows they will serve well to show off her cute rear.

They both are divorced. Her once, and him twice.
They are both now glad that his on-time arrival has “broken the ice”.
Actually there'd been no “ice” to break, though some slight apprehension.
But her little hug and little kiss (on his cheek) has dissolved any tension.

The roast in the oven, and the wine glass now drained,
they step out for their walk, thankful that it had n ot rained.
She’s the one who grabs his hand, (almost) right away.
which makes his ‘member’ jerk a bit …. in the usual way …..
it does when a woman he desires does something to encourage him.
He now is glad he’s faithfully worked out at the gym.

She lives near the campus of a small Catholic college,
where she teaches psychology. He is impressed by her knowledge.
ON the walk he notices young adults he assumes are students.
He tries to not stare at the coeds; he does have SOME prudence.

But a pair of young ladies gets in front of them on their walk,
and he CAN’T avoid glancing at them while he and Helen talk.
He’s pretty sure most women would want “their” man’s full attention,
and he’s taken by surprise when Helen then does mention ……..
the coeds.
[The coeds are shapely, one in short-shorts, and one in a ‘mini’.
The one in the skirt, though shapely, is tending towards “skinny”.]

“Steve, if you had your choice of those two girls for one night,
which would you choose? I won’t grade your answer “wrong” or “right”.
“Uh, well. I’d be lying if I said “What coeds”, wouldn’t I? ”
Then he turns towards Helen and pauses, and then calmly says:
“If I had my choice of you THREE, I’d take you, Helen, to bed.”

Helen blushed, as the blood rushed into her face.
Then both stopped, laughed, then picked up the pace.

“Good answer, I guess. But I’d have ot give your answer an “INCOMPLETE”,
as you really ducked around it, though you were clever and neat …..
…. about it.
So, I’ll give you another chance; here’s another question for you.
Which one, if either, gives you an erotic sensation? ”
Steve replied: “Both, but no more that your bending over at your stove station.”

Helen’s face got even redder, if you can believe THAT.
She pulled his face to hers and gave his lips a kiss …….., very fat.
He returned her kiss and each began [with lips] tongues to suck,
causing a young boy on his bike to call out loudly: “Yuck! ”.

Again, after some laughing, they picked up their pace,
and in half an hour ….. they arrived at her place.

Helen looked at the meat, but it had about an hour to go.
She poured herself a full glass of wine, and drank half (fast, not slow) .
This time Stephen had some wine as well, though he preferred beer …..,
and Helen went out of her way to point (again at him) her rear.
AND now, after some wine [and their walk’s tongue-kiss] Steve thought:
(“This feels good. Let’s see what all our emails have bought …. me;
I mean ‘us’ ”) .

She was still bending over at the oven “inspecting” the roast,
when Steve pressed her butt cheeks with his palms, like two eggs on toast.
She giggled like a little girl before her hands came to rest …
on his hands, which she pulled up over her hips and …. placed on her breasts.

Her nipples were erect, as he could feel through her blouse.
It was clear to both of them, it was time to play house.

She released her hands from his hands, but ….. he didn’t move.
(“Is he unsure of himself? ”, she thought. “What will he do? ”)
But Steve simply thought: (“What’s the rush? Plus this will prove …..
that I can show some restraint. I’ll give it a minute or two.”)

THEN he placed his erection against her confined tush,
and, hearing no objection from Helen ….., he began to push.
At the same time his hands moved to accomplish new chores,
unbuttoning her blouse, and unzipping her jeans-drawers.

She was bracing herself against the counter ….., with all her might.
He said: “I’m so hot! I’m going to come in my pants”, to which she said:
“That’s alright.”
Let’s go to my bed. If you come, I[‘m sure I can get you hard once more.
If we need any help, I’ve got videos, hardcore.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to blush. He’d never had a partner so willing.
[One of his wives was a “cold fish”; the other was actually ‘chilling’.]
He stepped back from her butt. She turned and took him by the hand,
but first another big kiss on his lips she did land.



[[STOP! XXX; Caution! ! ! I mean you Readers! No minors allowed; miners allowed if over 18. May also not be suitable for some ‘adults’. Proceed at your own risk! ]]
[Actually, I you wish to hear the rest of it (3 more pages) , I’m making you ask me to send it to you in a message! It is probably too hot to trust to PH’s censors.]

[April 18 & 20, 2015]
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Number FIVE:

(5) Jon And Bob …… [Gay couple; ‘just like’ a straight/’hetero’ couple; Long; some eroticism]

“I’m home” called Bob, as the door slammed behind him.
Standing in the nearby kitchen was his husband (nice and slim) .
Jon was busy getting supper ready, being helped by their son, Freddy,
while their daughter practiced piano; her name was Letty.

Frederick actually, and Leticia actually, one ten, one seven.
Freddy was adopted after his parents went to Heaven.
His mom had been Jon’s sister. [She’d been driving.]
Letty’s mom gave her up, and “their daughter” now was thriving ……
in a loving home, with a brother and two loving dads.
[Their dads hoped their kids would both be college grads.]

“Did you remember to get the groceries I put on the list? ”
Bob laid the grocery tote down and said: “Yes” ……, but not before they kissed.
“Yuck” said Freddy, which was what he always did say.
Jon replied: “Freddy, don’t be jealous. Go out and play.”
Bob and Jon looked at each other knowingly, and smiled.
You see, Freddy often played at the home of a neighbor boy, Scott.
He’d seen Scott’s parents kiss twice, but he claimed: “…not a LOT….
like ‘you two’ do! Will I have to kiss someone like that some day? ”

‘Dad B’ had told him that day: “Frederick, you don’t HAVE TO.
But someday, when you’re older, you may find it’s what you WANT TO DO.”
Then Freddy had said: “Will I want to kiss a boy or a girl? WHEN? ”
“Well, Freddy, I don’t know, but I think when you’re ready, you’ll know THEN.”
“OK”, said Freddy, and he went back to his video game.

Jon and Bob knew there'd be questions if they did marry …..
…., and have kids. They hoped their kids lives would be smooth, not scary …..
…. like they both had experienced at times, growing up in the “Deep South”.
“Bobby” had lost a tooth once when a “Homo-hater” hit him in the mouth.
AND they both knew New York City, where they now did reside ….,
still held many who had sexual identities which they tried to hide.

[But, I digress; this poem is supposed to have some eroticism.
So I’d better get started before I cause Reader- - - -criticism! ]

After supper, dishwasher filled, the kids would each took a short shower.
Jon would tuck Letty in and read her stories for half an hour.
Sometimes, if she fell asleep earlier, he’d put a load of laundry in.
Bob would quiz Freddy on his school work, and, to his prayer, listen.

Then, unless Bob had brought home “too much work”,
or Jon had “house-husband” duties he could not shirk,
they’d often watch an old movie or maybe a documentary by PBS.
But some nights, when they weren’t too tired, or by chores mired,
they’d snuggle together in front of the fireplace [by gas jets fired].

[Tonight was one of THOSE nights.]

“Sweetheart”, said Bob, “you’re getting prettier by the year! ”
[Responding to that, Jon would usually sigh and nibble Bob’s ear;
not too much, but ‘just enough’ to make Bob’s groin tingle ….,
a sensation he got not so often when he was single ….
(unless he was touching himself “there”) ].

“Who have you been looking at NOW? ”, Jon asked, just teasing.
“I haven’t been looking at anybody. At least no one who’s as pleasing ….
to my eyes as you are! ” A quick kiss followed. Bob took Jon’s hand.
After a quick visit to the bathroom, including a shower, in bed they did land.

Bob was naked but Jon had put on a clean pair of undies.
Theirs was a king-sized bed, fit for two kings, Mondays through Sundays.
A dimmed table lamp washed Jon in blue light. He lay there …..waiting.
Bob lay beside him, his engorged manhood husband-baiting.

[It was a little game they played, to see which would “blink” first.
It was tough for Jon, who all day had been filled with sexual thirst.]
Tonight Bob “blinked”, moving to kiss the bulge in Jon’s thong.
At first Jon was not at full extension, but it didn’t take Bob long ……..
to bring Jon to his full eight inches, and then it really started.
A bit of repositioning, and THEN ……into two mouths, two hard cocks darted.

At first both partners sucked, and licked, and nibbled, and kissed.
Then they took turns getting back breaths each one had missed……
while they had been pleasuring each other, as lovers often do.
BUT each had to get up early the next morning, so from mouths they withdrew …
their male “organs”, and moved on to what [I’ll bet] some of YOU have tried.
[I’d say I’ve never done it “even once”, but you might think I've lied.]

Jon reached his hand to the bedside table and pulled open its drawer,
and pulled out a condom pack [lubricated & ribbed; you know what for! ].
“I see in the drawer that we’re getting low on those” Bob said.
“Yes, darling, you’d better get more soon; my mom would “shoot me DEAD”…
if she knew you went in “there” without a “raincoat” in place.
[Though he’d heard that before, it always brought a smile to Bob’s face.]

(April 21, 2015)