Erotic Sex Poems IV

Prisoner of the Knight

By Shelley Cates Martin

You know me not by day,
The night is my domain,
That is where you come for me.

I long for your peaceful slumber,
When the spinning of your mind ceases,
No longer diverting the pursuit of pleasure.

I wait impatiently,
Lonely for your touch,
Until you dream once again.

That place beyond is where you find me,
Forever there, I am drunk with anticipation,
Writhing, ready for your touch.

Impale me,
That is what I'm pleading for,
Pervasion,

The surging passion of union,
Divine intoxication;
Is it ecstasy or madness?

Rest in me; calm yourself in my still waters,
Raging as a tempest against your shore,
Awaken not, once more without me.

A prisoner, existing only for your embrace,
Reason erases remembrance when you arise.
By day it holds me hostage, or is it you bound by this quest?

Always retreating, I keep you with iron chains,
Invisible, yet strong as spider's webs,
That no man can tear asunder.

Goddess, granting secret desires,
With deathless lips I call out to you,
Breathless, "Release me from this exile."

Pierce deeply with your sword,
Bring me forth into the dawn,
To be scorched by the blazing sun, made One.

But alas, day again, your memories fleeting,
The feel of soft skin fading,
Hard armor cracking, was it a fantasy?

"No",
I cry out, "It was real",
Can you not hear me, even now,

Beckoning from the void? Like an elusive thought,
Skimming the outskirts of your mind,
Torrid rustling, tantalizing imagination with desire.

Logic banished me; he is king of Day,
Contemplating the loss of his empire.
He must not risk entrapment by a siren, a bewitcher of men,

Who would captivate, fascinate
This would be loner, stretching archer,
Weakening defenses, distracting from his aim.

After Sunset, you are mine,
Always returning, Discernment cannot control you then,
For I am Queen of Night,

Reflecting like a silver moon,
The word of truth, echoing faintly in your ears.
How can Judgment be right to keep you from me?

It tries to hold you torn, not knowing,
Destiny unrecognized, longing,
In the stirring silence of morning.

You must decide, worthy virgin or scarlet whore,
Treacherous vixen, or sacred priestess,
Leading to a paradise not yet found?

You will discover TRUTH,
When you defeat Separation and deliver me,
Allowing me to permeate your fortress.

Only when Night and Day unite,
And reign together as One,
Will there be peace in your tormented land.

Oh noble knight, see me as I am,
Look into my eyes, face your fear.
Mine is not a lying mouth, whispering sweet nothings.

I beg you to release me; do not forsake me this time.
Take me with you into the light,
And I will guide you to a Nirvana of delight.

~ Please Re-Member Me ~

Harbor

By Shelley Cates Martin

There's no need to search anymore,
I'll be the sand upon your shore,
The harbor that you seek.
Allow yourself on me to beach,
Surrender will not make you weak.

It is in strength that you will grow,

If only you offer yourself to know.

Erotic Sex Poems III

A Perfect Ending

By Shelley Cates Martin

Lingering in the moment, lost in your eyes,

Content, I cherish the sweet surprise.
Kissing tongues tangle, making me ache,

No longer can I wait for you to take.

Laying back, I plead without words,

As if hidden lips could somehow be heard.
Raising hips high to greet your stare,

Hoping to speak to another part of you, aware.

Beckoning please enter with no hesitation,

Yet you stand firm, no reservation,
Taunting me, teasing me, grin on your face,

Admiring how you've put me in place.

Then suddenly, you grant relief,

Knowing now I must have peace.

Penetrating with your pride,
Charging, you thrust deep inside.

Planting feet upon your chest,
To brace us both, I do my best,

Not to scream loud like before,
When places reached cut to the core.

Wondering if you're hurting me,
You ease mo-men-tar-ily,
Slowing, then come "please-don't-stop" pleas,
Whimpering I'm at your mercy.

Back in our entrancing dance,

I catch your eyes stealing a glance,

At contorted expressions, my face in full view,

Proud every one is caused by you.

Then you say, "Oh Lady," gazing,

As in disbelief, you sigh, "amazing,"
Shaking your head, as deeper you dive,
Revealing my power to make you alive.

I know you are close to leaving,
For that place I cannot follow, heavy breathing.
So easing, I bid "please don't leave me,"
Wanting to stay forever in ecstasy.

Pushing you back, I climb high,
Navigating, accepting the time is nigh,
To the edge of heaven as you pursue,
Gauging perfect rhythm between us two.

Panting hard, with quivering shakes,

Not much more can either take,
As each resists the pulsing throbs,

Not wanting to be one who robs.

But there's no stopping from this flight,
Wildly heading for realms beyond night,
Each to our own promised lands we go,

Worlds imagined, the other never knows.

And upon return to this earthly place, The visit lasting just seconds in space, We find each other coming back to ground, From a visit to paradise we each together found!

If Your Walls Could Speak

If your walls could speak,
Would they talk about us
And the things we do,
As silent they witness?

Would they tell of how
You anxiously turn me to face them,
Impatiently shoving me against,
As soon as I step through your door...

Your left hand holding my neck firmly,
The right dropping my defenses to my ankles,
Fingers exploring realms,
Soaking in delight?

Would they express how you make me squirm,
And burn with an uncontrollable desire;
How I moan for you to get deep inside,
Swelling lips begging to be hushed?

Would they disclose how you force me to the floor,
Down on all fours,
While I whimper and writhe,
Like a dog, begging for more?

And of how I plead with you,
To drive yourself in from behind,
As they stand watching without a sound,
Us imitating two animals in a mating ritual?

Would they voice how you raise me from the ground,
Thighs straddling your waist,
As you slip inside, my legs wrap around,
For a ride to your bedroom,
Leaving them to wonder what comes next?

By Shelley Cates Martin

Erotic Sex Poems II

Mystery
I wish you could know how it feels to be me,
Why I appear so intoxicated,
When I let you inside to seek,
Looking for what you seem to need.

Some nights you enter me, ever so tenderly,
Others you ravage and plunder,
Pervading primed lips, as I silently wonder,
As host, which pair you like most.

Occasionally you command my head,
Forcefully pushing down,
Saturating my mouth with your entirety,
And I succumb to the rhythm that you need.

Intensity enflames me,
As you speak my name in ecstasy,
Igniting a craving, insistent that I mount,
And fuse us with its heat.

At times you're a hungry lion,
Stalking, as soon as I step through your door,
And I fear being torn apart, resisting,
As savagely you thrust, the moment tasting.

Desperately searching,
Exploring for something I hide,
You tunnel further, with every stride,
Into the cave that houses my soul,

Digging for a treasure to make you whole,
One you think is buried within,
Beneath my skin.
Although, I know not what you're mining for,

And so you are,
And forever will remain, a Mystery,
For I can never know what you discover,
Deep inside of me.

By Shelley Cates Martin

Tormented

This is what I meant,
When I said you were killing me,
I'm tormented by my own insanity,
Over you.

I am so tired

Of hurting,
Of crying,
Of longing,

Of this trying that insists,

Of waiting,
Of aching,
Of wanting,

Of this need that persists,

To have you deep inside,

To be at your mercy,

To plead with you to ride,

As I'm whimpering out your name,
Forgetting to breathe,
Hoping you won't leave,

Of feeling like I have no other choice,

Except to be scorched by your fire,
Like a moth to a flame,
Not being able to resist

The beauty hidden in death.

By Shelley Cates Martin

Erotic Sex Poems I

The Massage

A virgin ship sailing, I embarked on the journey of you,
Kneading fingers navigating my every position,
Heart racing with desire only a woman can understand,
Once she has met the power of a man,

One who can take her, wake the core of her erotic longing.

I lay face down at your command,

As you came around and sat legs spread,

Drawing my head towards your bare intentions,

Rubbing away my inhibitions.

One stroke at a time,

I rocked to your gripping rhythm,

Ever so innocently brushing your outstretched shaft

With my hair swept face.

Swaying between your thighs,

My sighs showing you appreciation,

I refrained from reaching out my tongue,

Aching to take you in,

Stopping to cherish that moment in time,

A moment of innocence between us,

One that will never be again.

By Shelley Cates Martin

Locks

Come to me,
Lay with me,
I want to take you all in,
Deeply,

Steal your air,
Smell your skin,
Tempt in silent darkness,
Bare.

Hover,
Skim the rims
Of my cavern,
Fair.

Detect for what I protect,
My treasure,
As you dare to explore for
Pleasure.

And if you wish for entry,
It will be granted,
I resist no more,

The locks to my door grow weak.

By Shelley Cates Martin

Instinct

She would never try to conquer him;

She knows her place.
Her purpose is to serve.

Wild huntress, stalker in the night,

Crouches in reverence at his might.
Lone predator, ruler of all she sees,
Offers submission, whimpering pleas.

Taking command, he forces her still,
Something says, "bend to his will."
Making known his rein, he plays the part,
With mounting, fire quakes her heart.

She waits with shear anticipation,
On the coming of elation,
Laying all power at his feet,
Never trying to usurp his seat.

By Shelley Cates Martin

Erotic Poems

Fantasy Fulfilled

an erotic sex poem written by a woman about making love

Pretending to be your call-girl one night,
I come around looking just right,
To your front door in my spike-healed boots,
Anxious to see if the outfit suits.

Taking time as if not to tear paper,
You lift my skirt and then say "wait here."
Turning on the lights of the Christmas tree,
You're back unwrapping the package that's me.

Pushing towards the window and into the chair,

The cars driving by all catch a stare,
As you part my legs wide with your knees,
At me arching back with a need to please.

Then down before me on your knees,

Nibbling passionately you begin to tease,

Tracing my panties with your nose,

Savoring the fragrance, your eyes gently closed.

Caressing petals with your chin,

You cause my mouth to form a grin,

Sighing as you lick with leisure,

A cone full of your favorite flavor.

Not content with this petting for long,
Like a cat, the urge so strong,

I begin to purr in reverie,
Spreading my lips, wet with honey.

Using my fingers to stir the flow,

Knowing you like watching the show,

To your mouth I offer a taste,

And you don't let a drop go to waste.

Whispering, "tell me what you need,"

No more time for play, I plead,
"I will do anything you ask,
Fulfilling your fantasy is my task."

By Shelley Cates Martin

Doorway
Do not enter greedily.

I am not ready

To entrust you yet

With my secret.

Place your fingers around my knob,

But dare not come inside to rob.

Slowly trace, along my crevice slide,

But do not spread me open wide.

First press yourself against me gently,

Listen for a sign of entry.
I will tell you when it's time,

With the rhythm of my rhyme.

Until then linger without a sound;

Letting imagination keep you around.

I'll ignite you with my tongue,

Whispering ancient tunes unsung.

And when my resistance wearing thin,

Aches enough to let you in,

Tired of taunting drop by drop,

I'll beg you in to never stop.

By Shelley Cates Martin

An Erotic Sex Poem

Delivered

an erotic sex poem written by a woman about making love


By Shelley Cates Martin

Encapsulated in arms, back pressing chest,
Bareness embedded in manhood,
I lay aroused as silent you dream,
Pulse keeping time with my heart.

I wonder where you are,
Wishing for your awakening,
A taking from behind,
Without care the alarm rings so early.

Then sweet surprise, you're stirring,
Sleepy fingers fondling,

Feeding wanton hungering,

In the wee hours of morning.

Knowing you desire me more than sleep,
Evokes my entirety to fervor,
A warmth exuding as your own private fountain,
Called forth to flow for your pleasure.

Side to back, head to foot,
Ampleness piercing entrance,
Intertwining like scissors,
We lock in a dance of ecstasy.

Hips thrusting thighs, mound reaching high,
Riding swelling waves,
Engulfed by a raging river,
Threatening to erupt floodgates.

Your passionate unrestraint Opens my mind, Loosing its aching yearnings, A secret longing fulfilled. And flying free, my soul Escapes these earthly confines, Heaven bound, To find it' s been delivered.

Poems about Friendship

Six beautiful little words

I listened to a gifted jazz musician tell a story one evening,
about how he lost his girlfriend and sister to cancer in the same month.
He had no music in his life anymore after that happened.
Then a friend spoke six little words that turned his world around.
"Come play with me for awhile" he said.
"Come play with me for awhile."

At a time when you are the most vulnerable,
and you need a friend in a special way,
most friends stay away because they are afraid.
Why are we all so afraid of being used?
Sometimes we just need someone to show us that
the world can still be a beautiful place. No strings attached.

You give me a sense of pride

When I see the way mankind treats the world,
I feel ashamed of being human.
When I see the way we treat each other,
I feel ashamed of being a person.
When I see the way some men treat women,
I feel ashamed of being a man.

But when I look at you,
at the way you treat your family and your friends,
at the way you treat your wife and yourself,
at the way you exercise your responsibilities,
at the values by which you live your life,
I begin to look at things a little differently.

I begin to feel proud again.
And I smile more...

Someday

For most of your life
you have been running away.
I understand you.

In a world where there is so much hurt,
this is the safest response.
I understand you.

But I am different.
I hope you will see this. I hope
you will come to understand me.

Someday...

I have devoured your doubt

I told you it was possible
to love more than one.

I have devoured your doubt
and shown you a new world,
our world,
God's world.

If everyone thought as you do now
the devil would die
a quick and painless death
and you could roll over
and sleep in unguarded peace,
with the final, quiet knowledge
that I pose no threat to you...

Freedom, friendship, love, and flowers

A yellow rose is freedom and friendship.
A red rose is love and passion.
I wish for you
both yellow roses
and red roses
all the rest of your life.

Poems about Lovers

You called today

I awoke this morning and I couldn't move.
I didn't want to open my eyes.
I didn't want to face another day alone.
The night was bad enough.

Finally I rolled over and peeked at the clock. 5:30 it said.
And I noticed that the pillow was damp again.
It's not that I felt sorry for myself.
It's just that life is so Goddamn short.

I don't believe in reincarnation.
Life is a one-shot deal as far as I can make out.
You live, you love, you make the world a little better.
Then you die and it's all over, forever.

Does anything really matter?
Politicians, generals, dictators,
and countless other rude, obnoxious people
all vying for your time, and fighting over your life.

Sometimes I feel an overwhelming urge
to find an island,
where we could lay on the beach and make love
and walk naked in the breeze. Our own little Eden.

Would I pick the apples?
You damn right I would, just the way God picked 'em.
I'm not a little person who needs permission.
I know what apples taste like. They are delicious.

So I go down to the market and buy a bag of apples,
go to the park, sit on a bench and eat one.
But it isn't the same. I know it never will be.
I come home again, leaving the apples behind.

Then you call, and everything changes.
I notice that the sun is shining for the first time,
and I don't feel so alone anymore.
Maybe sometime we could wake up together. You think?

Lovers

If you want to be a lover
you must learn how to hurt.
You love, you hurt, you love.
It's called living.

It's not a female thing.
It's not a male thing.
It's a person thing.
You know?

To all the women I have loved

Some of you have wanted to put me in a little box
that you could open and play with when the mood hit you.
But I always broke free and flew away didn't I?
I've often wondered what you thought
when you opened the box one day
and I wasn't there, smiling up at you.

Some of you were on your little trip.
You felt oppressed, hurt and afraid.
I played along because I didn't know what else to do.
But I soon tired of your selfish ways,
and left quietly when you were sleeping,
realizing that you would get along fine without me.

Some of you were so good for me.
You laughed and loved and made me feel
like the richest man in the world.
We made love for hours,
and the hours melted into lifetimes,
and I forgot the deathly silence of being alone.

Some of you were so special I fell in love with you,
even before we made love, even before we became friends,
we fell in love and explored love from the other side.
Some of you have wanted me to fly and said so.
Some of you flew along with me for a time.
You are the lovers I miss. You know who you are.

I love you.

Poem - Love is a Journey

Love is a journey

I have matured into love
three times in my life,
and have discovered with each
a freedom beyond measure.

Each time it happened
I was left wondering;
What did really happen?
Why was I feeling this way?

It took some time to realize
that what I was feeling
was a sense of exuberant goodness
about myself and my life.

The simple fact that I loved someone
made my world a little lovelier,
gave my life a purpose,
and put a spring in my step.

Making love a gift rather than a request
is the highest expression of freedom.
It releases us and gives our spirit wings.
It shows us the real beauty of ourselves and the person we love.

As a result I have decided that
love is a journey towards itself,
that we have no real control over it,
but that it can be the ride of a lifetime if we take it.

To fall into love is common.
To rise into love is exquisite.
To mature into love changes us
and our view of the world forever...

Poems - Falling in Love

Falling in love

There is a difference between saying "I love you"
and falling in love. When you say "I love you",
you are making a conscious decision.
You say it because you want to say it.

But when you fall in love
you have no control over it.
You may or may not want it to happen,
but it happens nevertheless.

And therein lies the charm of falling in love.
It is like a journey planned by someone else,
someone you will never know,
and you are just going along for the ride.

And what a lovely ride it can be.
It is not about sex, rather it's about feelings,
and caring, and sharing, and ecstasy, and compromise.
It's about mystery, and emotion, and surrender.

It's about walks in the park together,
going to a movie together,
doing lunch together,
everything, together...

And it's about freedom,
and your sense of individualness.
It's about giving your loved one space,
and retaining your own as well.

And finally, it's about acceptance,
acceptance of your loved one's desires,
her strengths, his weaknesses.
And it's about knowing yourself.

It's about the fact that she may not always be with you,
but will always come back to you.
And it's about always "being there" when he does.
It's about patience and gentleness and space.

It's about love...

Poems about Love

The language of love

Intimacy and love are expressed
in many different ways.

A glance across a crowded room.
A question asked a certain way.
A phone call late at night,
just to ask how you are.
Flowers out of nowhere.

Love has many languages,
and takes many shapes.
Just when I think I've seen them all,
you show me another.

I love you for that...

You are always with me

Each day
I carry my cell phone with me in case you call.
The miles that separate us
disappear when I hear your voice,
and I am reminded that
we are not really that far apart.

Each night
I put my phone on the table beside my bed,
because you seem closer when it's there,
and I sleep better.
Sometimes I reach over
and touch the phone...

Love and magic

When there is magic in a love affair,
a lifetime can be a moment.
I smile when I think of all the lifetimes
we have spent together
in such a short time...

Love is free

I love you.
Did you know?
Please don't be afraid.
I ask nothing in return.
My love is free.

And I don't give it away easily.
So there...

You are my test

I've always said that love should make us free.
You are my test you know. I want you to be free.
But I've fallen in love with you.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
But some things we have no control over I guess.

So what now? What do I do?
Do I tell you and smother you, and lose you?
Or do I savor the feeling and enjoy you?
I know what I'll do. I'll write a little poem for you.
Then you will be part of my life forever.

I will watch you fly. Did you know you can fly?
We will be friends, and you will never know.
I will help you, and learn from you,
and touch you in my dreams.
You are my test. You are my test.

In the shadows of my mind

I saw you again yesterday,
standing there quietly
in the shadows of my mind.

You are so beautiful,
and I love you so.
If only you were not afraid
and could let me touch you
we could both give each other
something to believe in,
something to cherish silently
the rest of our journey
through life...

Poems about Relationships

Because of you

Because of you,
my aspirations of leading
a bachelor's life,
with a different lover
for each day of the week,
seems silly and uninteresting to me now.

Because of you,
I now sit in sidewalk cafes more often,
go for walks along the beach,
write poetry,
and think about the last time I saw you,
always the last time I saw you.

Because of you,
I think of fields of flowers,
clouds in the sky,
music in the park,
the sound of your voice,
the touch of your skin,

and painting again...

Come lie in the moonlight with me tonight

The first time I saw you, you took my breath away.
The first time we walked that perfect evening,
and you put your arm around my waist,
I felt like I was walking with the angels on earth.
When we sat on a log and watched the sun go down,
I understood how perfectly beautiful the world could be.

My heart soared when you took my hand.
Each time I entered a room and you were there
I felt like the richest man on earth.
When you called and said "Hello John"
my soul was instantly filled with your beauty,
and my world became an enchanted place.

The sun shone every hour I was with you.
The simple thought of our friendship
enchanted me and begged for more.
But now it's over, you and I.
What never was will never be.
But I will never forget you.

And so I sing my song of love one more time
just in case you're listening,
just in case you have found a way not to be afraid.
Come lie in the moonlight with me tonight.
Come listen to the wind and the trees
breath heavily as they make love with us.

Come lie in the moonlight with me tonight.

Quotations about Hate

I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him. ~Booker T. Washington


Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat. ~Henry Emerson Fosdick


A Rattlesnake, if Cornered will become so angry it will bite itself. That is exactly what the harboring of hate and resentment against others is - a biting of oneself. We think we are harming others in holding these spites and hates, but the deeper harm is to ourselves. ~E. Stanley Jones


Hate must make a man productive. Otherwise one might as well love. ~Karl Kraus


All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first. ~James Thurber


Hatred is one long wait. ~René Maran


A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias - because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love - we must be stingy with it. Charles Baudelaire, "Advice to Young Writers," 1867


The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less. Eldridge Cleaver, Soul on Ice, 1968


We hate some persons because we do not know them; and will not know them because we hate them. Charles Caleb Colton



If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us. Herman Hesse


If malice or envy were tangible and had a shape, it would be the shape of a boomerang. Charley Reese


You lose a lot of time, hating people. Marian Anderson

Hatreds are the cinders of affection. Walter Raleigh


How wonderful it must be to speak the language of the angels, with no words for hate and a million words for love! Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994


It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility. Nathaniel Hawthorne , The Scarlet Letter


From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate. Socrates


Take care that no one hates you justly. Publilius Syrus


I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain. James Baldwin