POEM STARTER
Write a poem in a different genre to your usual comfort zone.
This poem can be in any style and with any theme, but try to write in a genre that you wouldn't normally try.
him
Touching him is like breathing for the very first time.
Tracing my hands along his cheek,
down his chest, feeling the lines of his muscles.
Brining my fingers to his stomach, tracing the v that goes down into the waistband of his pants.
I take in the sent of him, not quite able to identify the smell,
but it doesn’t matter,
because it’s him.
I slowly tug at his pants as he arches his waist.
I want to rip them off,
I need to feel him,
But I don’t,
I go slow and carefully, the tingling sensation growing between my legs.
I slide his underwhere down to his ankles, revealing his manhood.
I gently touch it, then pull away.
He shudders, sucking in a breath.
After a few strokes he sits up.
It’s his turn now.
He pulls off my shirt,
kissing my neck.
I tilt my head back in pleasure.
I wrap my hands around the back of his head.
The sensation growing,
Its almost unbearable.
I move his hands to the clasp of my bra, which he gently undos.
He circles my nipple,
Sucks it.
He lays me down on the bed and takes off my pants,
carresing the inside of my thighs.
I can’t take it anymore.
I strip off my underwear.
He tells my how beautiful I am.
But I can no longer wait.
I pull him close,
signaling to him what I want.
He slips inside of me.
I shudder.
Slowly he moves his hips and I let out a whine,
finally getting what I’ve been desperatly waiting for.
We get into a rythym.
He thursts his hips at a quick pace,
our breathing becoming ragged.
I let out a moan as I get closser to climax.
The need for him gets more intense.
The pleasure between my legs grows until I can’t wait anymore.
I cry out, arching my hips, gripping the bedsheets, as I reach climax.
He takes his hand and rubs me hard and fast, helping me finish until I go limp.
He reaches climax as well, grabbing himself in desperation,
Then collapses into the bed.
We lay there together,
recovering from our immense pleasure.
After a moment,
he tilts my head towards him and smiles.
I kiss him deeply, entagling my body in his,
letting myself melt into his skin.
I love him.
And he loves me.
And that’s all I need.