Message-ID: <2881eli$9708111823@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "s.a.m" Subject: Erotic Poem Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Poem: Midnight Rendezvous [f/solo] ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- NOTE: This is a short erotic poem. As the author, I retain all copyrights -- but it may be posted and downloaded for readers to enjoy. Comments welcomed, but send to following email address: s.a.m@usa.net ------------------------------------------ Midnight Rendezvous By: s.a.m The bedroom is lit in the low glow of a candle, And my poster bed has creamy satin sheets, The covers turned down, pillows piled high, And I stand looking in the dresser mirror Wearing a lacy, silk high-cut negligee, Seeing the pink blush of naked skin underneath, And how my nipples swell into hard points As I think of you, my lover, and our past. I slowly turn before the mirror in a circle, Glancing over my shoulder to see my hair Falling long and blond, my bare ass High and firm beneath the sheer fabric; And I think of you, wish you could see me, So alluring, so vibrant and alive, aroused, Just knowing you are out there, somewhere, Perhaps in your bedroom, dreaming of me, Wanting me with an equal fiery desire, Standing alone, starting to undress, And feeling your body tense, muscles taut With an urgent need to be touched. I let the silken negligee fall to the floor, And look long and deeply at my naked form Reflected in the golden glow of a dim mirror; I lift my hands to cup my breasts, a sharp breath Catching in my throat as I push up underneath And force my swollen flesh high, my nipples Achingly hard, fingers touching, pinching, And feeling drunk with carnal delirium... Running my hands sensuously up and down, All over my body, gasping at the pleasure Intoxicating my senses, longing, wishing You, lover, could look at my nakedness See me vulnerable, exposed and willing To do anything, anything you wanted. Remembering your touch, I lie down on the bed, Feel the cool caress of satin sheets against my hot skin, And remain utterly still, gazing at the pale image Of my voluptuous body reflected in the mirror. Rapture is near, but I move carefully Watching my legs spread open, wide, Seeing how glistening folds of flesh yield Their mystery as my hand lingers there, Fingers tentatively stroking the slick heated nest, Where a quiver erupts, sending spasms of bliss Through my body, legs clenched tight and tense, As I close my eyes a moment, imagining your cock Stiff and strong, surging proudly forward And plunging deep, deep into my wet cunt... My own fingers thrusting inside the emptiness As I open my eyes to see the provocative image Of myself languid and insatiable, engaged In self-pleasure beyond controlled measure. What would you think, I wonder, if you were here? Would you find my wanton, lustful thirst Too much? Or would you watch in growing Awareness of the powerful eroticism in our Abandon to heights of torrid indulgence? Suddenly I am seized with a blazing flame Of reckless need, and I move my body Across the sheets, lie with my legs off the bed, My pelvis tilted upward, open to the mirror, Where I begin rubbing my clit, palming The mound rising up, up to meet the thrust Of my hand, fingers dipping in the honeypot That has scented the room with my lust. I am too hot, too excited to be still, So I turn over, humping my hand, Looking back over my shoulder to see My bare ass rising and falling against the bed, Each thrust, each arc there in the mirror, As I become more frantic, imagining you here... Watching my frenzy, being unable to stop Yourself from reaching to hold your cock, And the look of your intensity undisguised, So agonized and yet lusting with need... Making me cry out in longing for you, Dying a little because you aren't here now. Dazed, crazed with the razor-edge of arousal, I stand, my legs trembling, weak, But I walk to the mirror, lean near it, Bring my face close, seeing tears in my eyes, And lift on tiptoe, plunge my fingers down, Forcing two, three up into my greedy need... And hump, hump against the dresser, hard, My breasts now going flat against the cold mirror, A shock of strange, thrilling sensuality, Surprising when I tense, try to hold back... But it's too late, I am starting to cum, Great rollling waves in my quivering clit, Clutching cunt grasping my fingers as The ecstasy sweet, oh so sweet darling... Yet sad, oh so sad as it recedes, dies, And I am left here, alone, so lonely... Knowing you will never be mine, Only an old lover lost in time. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /