Showing posts with label lovers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lovers. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Sex and Cheap Wine


Since it’s hump day, I decided to post an erotic poem, so if you don’t like eroticism, or are easily offended, please don’t read on. I wrote this poem a few years back. 

Sex and Cheap Wine

My love floweth over
like a cheap glass of wine.
An old starlet has-been
secluded, unrefined.

No more parts to play
for an extravagant price,
only bar stools and beer
looking for men to entice.


Wasn’t long ago
they sought my swollen crimson,
offering drinks and cocaine
to relieve their tension.

Foreplay wasn’t the same
the merest formality.
Lovers complained
but they lacked sexuality.

Ate ice cream and pussy
as though they’re alike
give them head anywhere,
use their cock as a spike.

Look back, not much changed
in the way I’m treated now,
except for how it ends,
I gather clothes, then take a bow.

Booze and Sex,
Bea

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Please Read Responsibly

My writing isn’t limited to a particular genre or verse because I made it a point to branch out and experiment in several different writing projects. I’m not saying my writing is good with all, I just mean I didn’t want to limit possibilities.

This post is sexual in nature. I’ve written a few erotic poems a few years back, so I decided to post one here. It is sexual in nature, so if you are easily offended then I’d suggest you not continue reading. But if you don't mind and even enjoy erotica, please continue to read on and all comments are appreciated. I changed my blog settings to “Adult Content” for this particular post, but recently set it back since this is the only post on the page that some may feel has some questionable material.

Sex and Cheap Wine

My love floweth over
like a cheap glass of wine.
An old starlet has-been
secluded, unrefined.

No more parts to play
for an extravagant price,
only barstools with beer
looking for men to entice.

Wasn’t long ago
they sought my swollen crimson,
offering drinks and cocaine
to relieve their tension.

Foreplay wasn’t the same
the merest formality.
Lovers complained
but they lacked sexuality.

Ate ice cream and pussy
as though they’re alike
give them head anywhere,
use their cock as a spike.

Look back, not much changed
in the way I’m treated now,
except for how it ends,
I gather clothes, then take a bow.


ETA: Made some changes to post.