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

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.