Erotic Poem: Eating In
Since I feel my poetry, well, sucks… I found this poem on Deep Underground Poetry. To give credit where credit is due, you can find the poem here: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/24873/ written by Tornado.
With your legs locked around my waist
we embraced in the middle of the kitchen.
Releasing your scissor grip
you lightly touched down on the cool tile.
Where, with a slight wiggle of that perfect ass,
your cotton panties slid lazily towards the floor.
Without looking up I felt your smile
warming the soft darkness.
They lay gathered around your ankles
as you raised one sexy bare foot
gently massaging your naked shin.
I watched as you hooked them with your toe
tossing them up into the air.
They floated at eye level,
their perfumed scent lingering there.
Until slowly they settled downward
enveloping my now throbbing erection.
A mischievous grin replaced your playful smile,
letting me know something devilish
was cooking up in your beautiful mind.
On instinct I reached to slide open the window
before we boiled over.