Just Thinking of You

 

 

 

released butterfly wings
soaring purple skies
passions shimmer light
beyond cornflower sunrise
free flying lover

 

recall nothing between
kisses echo pleasure
holding embraces reassure
lonely hours
missing my lover

 

Caribbean sunsets blue
beneath heated waves
desire reunites night skies
butterfly wings mantel
two are one, lover

 

 

 

JF 14 May 2009

Visions of Beauty

She's rhythmic; swaying, swinging hips gyrate,
Her finger bends - come closer - drawing me,
expose black lace, entice my eyes to fate,
the briefest glimpses tempt my mind to see.

My torment; watching arching flowing curves,
unbowed my passion kindles calcine heat,
each move a sensual loving hors d'oeurvre,
her body tantalizing on bed sheet.

She pulsates; flirting fingers turning tricks,
she’s twisting hardened peaks of desire,
my beauty taunts me with sighing licks,
on pouted lips she sings orgasm’s fire.

My vision: entertained by lust’s dance,
rewarding tastes of honey with kisses,
to watch my pleasure assay to romance,
the temptation of tease reminisces,

Her magnate: the seduction of my soul,
acquiesced lust performed for sapphic need,
angel of moon light yielding her control,
yet holds the power to fulfil my greed.

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

Unearthly Touches

To take a junk across the bay
to city lights and song,
reflect the rippled waters way,
to nights in old Hong Kong,
as east meets west in sin we play,
my girl just wears a thong.

We danced across the stars of night,
while craving something more,
engaging senses met delight,
our need no longer pure,
her eyes my passion's way incite,
she rocks me to my core.

Unearthly touches tempting hear,
her pliant kiss inflame,
elation found in carnal heat,
she held this tigress tame,
and took relish in juices sweet,
in bliss I did the same.
 
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Sweetness Devine

Come to me, lady, come,
into my aura dear,
let me whisper to you,
let me feel you breathing,
as I become part of you.

Kiss me, my lady, kiss,
release passion to me,
let lips betray our lust,
tender sweet the first taste,
yield to desire we must.

Closer, baby, come close,
feel the heat of my need,
in caressed dreams find fire,
cajoling fingers tease,
feeding the flame higher.

Dance for me, lady, dance,
in carnal rhythmic beat,
lips reveal emotions,
arouse liquid delight,
from tongues devotions.

Wake up, baby, awake,
writhe in your ecstasy,
feel the torrent explode,
washed in elation,
from your jewel's abode.

Cum for me, baby, cum,
predatory mouth sate,
incensed craving for wine,
ravish my lips hunger,
with sweetness so divine.
 
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Fragments of Passion

To feel one kiss a breath on cheek,
with moist full lips that brush your lust,
torment the game of hide and seek,
a lingering caress foment,
arouse desire from hunger's dust,
fragmented thoughts passions consent.

In shadows trails to hardened need,
when licks of love entice the fire,
the heated draw inside to feed,
surround the pulse of your desire,
inhaling scent releasing seed,
where passion dreams of bliss aspire.

Refresh salacious craving grip,
seduce succulence from my lip.
 

© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.

Visions of Beauty

She's rhythmic; swaying, swinging hips gyrate,
Her finger bends - come closer - drawing me,
expose black lace, entice my eyes to fate,
the briefest glimpses tempt my mind to see.

My torment; watching arching flowing curves,
unbowed my passion kindles calcine heat,
each move a sensual loving hors d'oeurvre,
her body tantalizing on bed sheet.

She pulsates; flirting fingers turning tricks,
she’s twisting hardened peaks of desire,
my beauty taunts me with sighing licks,
on pouted lips she sings orgasm’s fire.

My vision: entertained by lust’s dance,
rewarding tastes of honey with kisses,
to watch my pleasure assay to romance,
the temptation of tease reminisces,

Her magnate: the seduction of my soul,
acquiesced lust performed for sapphic need,
angel of moon light yielding her control,
yet holds the power to fulfil my greed.

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

Intricate Lies

I'm caught in her trap of intricate lies,
Ensnared by the promise of silken sighs,
A liaison between pale velvet thighs,
The oldest indiscretion my demise.

Enticing kiss laced with sweet sugar spice,
That lured me into her dark den of  vice,
My sensual heat she torments with ice,
Her passion delights come at a high price.

In lustful advances she marked my card,
As cacoethes for love leave me scarred,
By flames of sexual intension charred,
The fall to sin when I lowered my guard.

Entwined in tendrils of scented roses,
A caged bird’s tears as her love reposes,
Each weakness of heart deftly exposes,
As her will over my own imposes.
 

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

The Rose of Love

With eyes that shimmer moonlight's dawn,
reflect desire with senses torn,
at love's caress from head to toe,
my rose, she blooms in passions glow.

In gentle touch of moistened dew,
on lips of candied carmine hue,
entice my desire to meet her flow,
my rose, she blooms in passions glow.

Her hunger driven lust I crave,
as fingers surf  her sultry wave,
open flower I softly blow,
my rose, she blooms in passions glow.

In heartbeats of intimate bliss,
the soothing lips tenderly kiss,
embrace time only love can know,
my rose, she blooms in passions glow.
© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

Strip Tease

Wrap around chrome, gyrating
slow moving sensuality,
intimate glances torment sighs,
fabric falling in rumpled cascades
exposing flesh.
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Kick back with a scotch bonnet

Endless hassle,
a gavel pounds against my brain.
Computers are whining, printers are drumming
the boss must have a hole in his head.
Back stabbing remarks heard behind doors,
just once let me get even.
He wants my ass, I know how to play,
so maybe today I should.
Let him think he’s got lucky, a grin that seduces
until he is eating out of my hand.
Bondage the game, with him in chains
wearing a Scotch bonnet on his wee head
as I kick back and relax
watching him sweat.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Angel of Mine

In tender love she finds her place
And learns to trust her soul
To hands that bring joy and space
At last she feels her whole.

As clouds of pleasure come and go
She’s lost in dreams again
The touch of love from head to toe
The heat, the lust, the pain.

Her senses swirling take her heart
Release her need to me
As eyes entranced my fingers dance
My need to set her free.

No chains or rope are holding mine
Her heart is in my hands
Entwining dreams sweeter than wine
As her submission lands

The awe of you, my love, it’s time
My reeling senses sigh
My darken heart will beat for thine
Angel of mine can fly.


© The Painting Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

His Dancer

I feel your eyes caress as I dance
Probing,
       stroking,
               touching,
Silk falls in fantasies romance
Concealing,
              revealing.
You wait watching in the dark wing
'To your arms my dancing will bring
Probe me,
           stroke me,
                       touch me.

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork: Sensuality

For the Love of Sue

My love she called me in the rain
As we sang our duet
She knows I want to take her pain
My love she calls her pet.

I feel the grasp on the chain pull
And drop upon my knees
My eyes of grey look up in full
And whisper 'Mistress please' .

I feel your hurt and start to cry
I want to make you smile.
Your pet will fight the demons lie
Or walk the burning mile.

My love she called me in the rain
As we sang our duet
She knows I want to take her pain
My love she calls her pet.

I trust your hand when you give pain
Now let me take on yours.
And through me let the feelings drain
My love open heart's doors.

I am your possession, my love
And to your feet I fall.
Your tears that strike me hard, my love
Please know you are my all.

My love she called me in the rain
As we sang our duet
She knows I want to take her pain
My love she calls her pet.

You are my strength when times are bad
And now let me be thine
Please trust my heart when you are sad
With you we both can shine.

Let sorrow go to ground and fade
As we reach for the skies
The pain is ours, by you I've stayed
My love of Sue in eyes.

My love she called me in the rain
As we sang our duet
She knows I want to take her pain
My love she calls her pet.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

A Mistress' Love

Chains hold her down her body restricted
she is at My disposal to use as I see fit
A gentle caress, a lover’s tender touch
Teasing her skin in the glow of the candles lit

she trusts Me with all that she is, safe
In the knowledge I will not harm her, she is Mine
she is precious, valued, worthy, My beloved
she belongs to and with Me until the end of time

The touch of cold ice on her breasts, a gasp
Then the burn of the molten wax as it falls on her skin
The extremes of sensation break down her fear
Now My beloved our fun can begin

her gasps and pleas as she fights her need
Feed My hunger to release her darkest desire
Dominance and submission, opposites we are
We balance each other with ice and fire

In return for her most precious gift
Of herself to Me, of herself nothing less
I protect, love, nurture, and guide,
To free her to release her inner tigress

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

From a Domina

you stand before Me your eyes cast down
I feel your frustration My face a frown
If only My angel would understand
Its not for My pleasure the bite of My hand

I feel your pain before I hear your cry
'I don’t enjoy your pain' I whisper with a sigh
My heart aches as I see that first lonely tear
I want to kiss you, hold, you take your fear

But first you must learn My love My sweet
My will is not a challenge for you to defeat
Then when the lesson is done
Once more My love we will be one

My love is tough lil one, I know
But it is only so that you are free to grow
Your best interest is always in My heart
From that path I will not ever depart

You are My submissive My precious gift
With that I act for you to empower and lift
The freedom to be who you are
My brightest shining star

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

Hell Hath No Fury

Sonnet 1 - Betrayal

Hypnotised; I watched as they made love.
My lover taking his slut for a ride.
Small and slight; moulded to him as a glove,
Her squeals of love as he pushed deep inside.

My lover speaks; such words of tenderness,
Not for my ears or eyes their act of lust.
He destroys me with every fond caress.
My heart is broken by each gasping thrust.

Recalling his cock penetrating me,
‘I love you, mind, body and soul,’ he said.
The feel of his lip on my breast, set free.
No longer mine to hold, our love is dead.

Lustful embrace, my mind is in confusion,
Intruding this, a love’s sweet illusion.

Sonnet 2 - Vengeance

My lover’s eyes are gazing without sight.
If only mine could be so blind as his.
Their bodies writhing; passionate their flight.
I know how full of promise is his kiss.

My temper lost; if fury is a sin,
Driven by love to this: a hateful deed.
Desires gasps, frenzied sighs, rhythm within,
Another time, casually spill his seed.

Mercy plea, to stop this ceaseless torture!
You left me no choice; I had to do it!
Your nights of lust, you kill me playing her.
Did you feel it as you lay suckling tit,

The glinting blade driven through flesh to bed?
You cannot hurt me now! You both are dead!

Sonnet 3 - Aftermath

United in their death, the lovers lie,
Their blood seeping as wine on to my sheets.
My lover remember, how we did fly,
Youthful, pure lusting trysts in dark, back streets.

My mind with you as I drink poison’s cup,
My last memory as I wait my end.
That night, my virginity you did sup.
Persuading me to meet your sex, head bend.

Laying me face downward, cross our love bed,
Innocence lost as twice you entered me.
Ignoring cries as I, a virgin bled,
My lover, you sacrificed all of me.

Last breath comes, images fade now so fast,
My heart with love, always yours till the last.

© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.

Pumping For Love

Girl my heart is pumping for love.
Longing to find my desire within you.
I'm down on my knees girl, only you,
Inhaling the scent that binds us two.

Girl my heart is pumping for love.
You leave me hanging each time you walk away.
Build my hunger, angel, I yearn for the day,
you take my hand for your pleasure to play.

Girl my heart is pumping for love.
My princess, setting my senses aflame.
Constant pressure, the urges to keep tame.
No not till you say, its driving me insane.

Girl my heart is pumping for love.
I await the day you set my love free.
Sate my desire, I am begging thee.
Tease me angel, don't torment me.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

My Sweet Angel

Mine, you have become tonight,
Your gift of submission offered and accepted.

Sweet sexy lady you
Will always be My pride and pleasure.
Each gentle caress
Every biting lash given
To show you My love.

A light in my life
Now so real and wonderful.
Gentile steps taken
Easing to the moment
Lives now entwined

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Oh Rosie

Tonight I have the hottest date in town,
She’s so sexy and never lets me down.
From that first soft teasing caress
As your fingers start to me undress

As I lay back you take a firm hold
Long slow strokes Oh Rosie you are bold.
Feeling me stiffening to your touch
Faster Rosie yes I want so much

Tugging my erection hard as I groan
Ejaculating with a guttural moan
Oh my Rosie you are totally splattered
A tissue to clean up like it mattered.

No tender kisses of love do we share,
But my Rosie I know you do care.
You give me release that leads to calm
My darling sweet Rosie Palm

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

No Walkin On The Grass

The sign was clear, 'Do not walk on the grass,'
still on that meadow of green we did play.
You and me in moonlight having a gas,
lost in romance, needing so much to lay.

Torment and teases in a forbidden place,
feelings of guilt, risk of discovery.
Your lust rising, removing my thong lace,
secret embrace, no time for recovery.

Evocative recitations of sighs,
obsolete the thoughts of your loving wife,
Finding desire between my grass stained thighs,
enchanted moments of forgetting all strife.

Discretion lost as you fill me with love,
softly cooing echoing a white dove

Stretching tight, my heat surrounding your girth,
intensive reaction to tender grip.
Passions frayed fingers grasping into earth
embracing the sin as your seed lets rip.

Touching surrender to this basic need,
united in one brief tryst to fantasy.
Our bodies akin in deviant deed,
a love filled trip into our ecstasy.

Our madness so completed we now depart
back home to our children, born from our lust.
Romance alive still thriving in your heart
the place I will forever place my trust.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.