So, as you can see...

...I am a writer.  As well as the competitions I enter, I also write some erotic poetry, some of which is on a website called The Erotic Woman.  Why do I write erotic poems?  Why not!  I write what I want to write and about any subject that takes me mood.  Some of my poetry and short stories are light and fluffy, some dive headlong into the darkest parts of humanity and life, and some are about sex, or those moments before, during and after sex. 

The website itself has got everything.  Stories, poetry, photos, discussions, film reviews with sample clips, everything you could want from a website.  It is also extremely well put together and has an air of class about it.  I really highly recommend it, to over 18's of course!  So, on this summer Thursday evening, on the eve of another weekend, below is an erotic poem for you to read and enjoy!

...and then, the excitement.

Feeling fresh, clean and young,

that question races through my mind,

is she thinking the same?

I glance over and see her perfect outline shine,

watching her just doing nothing causes a divine ripple,

a rush of blood, fast and light, she returns my look.

Should I ask? Does she want me to ask?

A quick smile and a sudden tiny blush answers loud

and a hardness comes over me,

a wetness over her...and then, the excitement.

Our surroundings mean nothing, distractions gone

as she stands with an overwhelming confidence,

her body now pulsating and dripping,

my body now alive and thick,

and we collide with force and complete willingness,

our clothes now a pile of rag, our bodies a tool of lust,

our intention, a fulfilment of each other,

our sex, a privilege of taste and touch...

and then, our excitement starts our explosion,

and descriptions are muted, meanings blinded

and we dissolve into each other and fuck.