I know this forum is for stories, but there is no "poetry" forum, so I hope the moderators will forgive me.

Missing You (A Memory)

In the deep back pocket of middle-night
I was dreaming something inane
When a warmth stole over me
Hot hands on my sleep-hardness
Warm naked body pressed against my whole back
Half-waking, I turned my head
And met your lusting lips
Thrusting tongue in my dry mouth

My fingers searched and found your cleft
Slick and ready to my hand
Lips parted to the touch and welcoming
Swollen nub (was it something you dreamed?)
You gasped as I brushed you
Then undid my pants, rolling me to my back
Suddenly above me, straddling me
Plunging down, gasping as I gasped
Rocking as I rocked
Welcoming as I welcomed
My hands roved over your sweat-slicked body
You bent to feed on my mouth
The pressure brought us both to the edge
And we tumbled over, grasping each other
Salty love mingled by the pulsing of our bodies
As the room filled with cries of passion

Almost as soon as it had begun, we were spent
And sleep claimed us again
Wrapped around each other and sheet-tangled

Tonight, almost everything is complete:
Here is the deep back pocket of middle-night
The half-sleep, the hardness, the dry lips
But the hot hands are only mine
What I am missing is you
And the absence leaves all the other pieces broken

This message has been edited. Last edited by: <Tom Strong>,

Aw, what a picture this paints! I love D and I's half sleepy love sessions. I have awoken to find them to be just dreams, though...but he's always right there next to me, so...what am I saying? This isn't supposed to be about me!

This a really lovely poem Tom!

*blush* Thanks, Ms. Pear.

Of course, now I spotted the "poetry" thread on this forum. I guess I didn't look far enough back in the archives....

You're forgiven - sometimes it's nice to be able to post your own stuff in its own thread. And just because the title says stories doesn't mean you can't post any erotic writing here. I just don't wanna change the title.

~Ang

Yes that is beautiful! Poems!! Thank you thank you!

That was beautiful! I love the imagery and pacing throughout. Sensual and erotic, yet leaves enough to the imagination to allow the reader a little room to explore.


In the deep back pocket of middle-night

That’s an incredible phrase.

And the last lines:

What I am missing is you
And the absence leaves all the other pieces broken

Very poignant! Lovely piece.

Thanks for the kind words, all. I'm glad you liked my first small efforts. (I haven't really written any poetry in 10 years.) Maybe I'll try for something less melancholy next time, though.

Here's another one. Not so melancholy, I hope.

Reminders

I should not leave your reminders
(A note, a picture, all those little things)
Lying around where they tempt my mind away
From what I should be doing
And towards thoughts of you
Your hands, your lips,
The taste of you lingering

I am unable to concentrate
The tangled sheets keep me from making the bed
The open box by the bedside keeps me from tidying
(How many times last night was the box opened?)
The messy shower where we licked and soaped
Nothing can be touched
So I touch other things
And wait for next weekend
When reminders can be replaced by reality
And we can make more memories
That linger long after you leave my bed