In response to the Erotic Poetry Challenge I’ve let my brain run free. A fantasy scenario of what might happen to a needy slut after the lights go down.
The lights go down as the sound goes up.
And the opening credits roll.
Sitting. Waiting. In the dark.
I know where to sit.
What row. Which chair.
Shallow breath, racing heart.
Faces flash bright
on the screen ahead.
Focussing hard on the plot
Feeling your weight.
on the neighbouring seat.
Look at you I must not.
Touch electric.
Traces up my thigh
Stealthy fingers stroke my cleft
Plunder. Stretching
Moan. Cresting
You stop! I’m brazenly bereft.
Removal of touch.
Where…? Why…?
Pressing. Damp digit parting lips.
Holding my hair,
pulling me down.
Teeth unfasten straining clips.
Dialogue fades.
Focus shifts.
Unlit, timidity reduced to dust
Toil. Grunting.
Effort. Freeing.
Released. Your turgid Phallus.
Characters blur.
My feast begins.
Urgency out-witting patience.
Jets burst forth
My tongue delights
The taste of my favourite deviant.
Balance restored
You’re up and gone
I’m swallowed once more by the dark.
Memory fresh As I sit
With your taste on my lips
Shallow breath, racing heart.
Check out the other posts at Every Damn Day in June, The Erotic Poetry Challenge and Musically Ranting.
Lights Go Down was originally published on A Leap of Faith.
From the story of how the barefoot sub became the woman she is today, to toy reviews, with a hefty dose of contemplation, a sprinkling of erotica and a LOT of nudity in between, you can be sure to find something to tickle your fancy at A Leap Of Faith.
Oh I really enjoyed this. It’s almost like the poem ‘picked up speed’ the further I read 🙂
~ Marie
It’s my first attempt at poetry in….many, many years. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Who was ‘Picked up speed’ by? I’ll have to search it up. X
This has a really sense of lustful momentum!
It’s been so long since I’ve tried to write any poetry. It was a pleasure to discover your meme and also to find a way to join in. Thank you so much for this.