Polarity

A Dom friend of mine approached me knowing that I kept a bdsm poetry blog and asked if I would post some poems written by his submissive/slave moonglowkitten.
I didn't have a problem with this in fact I told him I would be happy to do so. Her poems are interesting, erotic, and from a unique perspective. So periodical
moonglow kitten will post her erotic poems on this blog.
I hope you enjoy them.
If you wish to reach moonglow you can do so using my email.


POLARITY
by moonglowkitten ©

She, on her knees,
unzips him,
fingers tripping over
themselves, tangled
in anticipation.
He, blunt,
swatting them away
like bluebottle flies.

Her mouth gapes
expectantly,
he opens his pants
with a pop.

She breathes in his scent of
creation
and fills her lungs with
the cloying musk
of his desire.
Swaddled in the
tendrils and ropes
of his ridged need,
she becomes drunk on
the captivating aroma
of his drooling
promise

He, impatient,
urgent,
yanks her hair,
and in short, quick
jabs, drives his swollen wish
into her cheeks, her chin,
finally finding her dainty
mouth.

She revels in the
sleek firmness,
her tongue tastes and
savors each subtle
flavor and nuance.
The sweet taste of him
overpowers her need,
and she floats in the
Tao of his being.
Slowly she devours each
tasty morsel, each subtle
bouquet and nuance
of cock and pre-cum.
Her tongue and lips
savor and memorize
each ridge, each contour,
each change in texture and taste,
of that loving part of him,
that he shares.

Frantically,
he shoves in and out,
in and out,
no pausing,
racing to find that final
euphoria and after-calm
as speedily as possible.
His hand tangles in her hair
and yanks, stinging her
scalp,
as he jack hammers
into her mouth.
He briefly spasms,
clutching her closer,
as he spurts
down her throat.
He trembles a few times,
waits a moment, then
done, he
rapidly withdraws.

In the midst of her
bliss,
he floods her with
his essence,
his delicious, creamy
wine,
filling the goblet of her
mouth.
She swirls the claret of him
around, savoring each
creamy, thick drop,
before swallowing
while still gorging
on the ambrosia of him,

He abruptly pulls away
zips up,
quickly pulling her to
her feet,
saying we have to go.

Speechless , still savoring
the orgasmic flavor of him,
she, feeling denied somehow,
obediently follows.