Hot Erotic Poetry
"naked girl with a samurai sword," a sexy poem by Karl Koweski
Cerlayne slips out of her snug baby blue panties,
unclasps her matching bra and slides the straps down
her toned arms, over the Celtic protection symbols
tattooed on both shoulders circling across her back.
she surveys her figure in the boudoir mirror,
picks up the scabbard and unsheathes the katana.
she poses with the gleaming steel sickling across her
torso, between her breasts, the tip resting at her shoulder.
she keeps her weight on her right foot, her left leg cocked making the transition from thigh to buttock uninterrupted.
Cerlayne brings the sword up until the edge bisects her
face, dividing the eyebrows like caterpillar shangri-las
blossoming into the butterfly of her face.
Her eyes, the color of her panties, glint like steel.
I’m not as alarmed as I probably should be
especially when she turns away from the mirror and
places the tip of her sword between my legs a couple
inches south of a critical juncture in my anatomy.
she smiles like a scimitar; her body glistens in the
half-light like a jeweled pommel as she lays the katana
next to me and crawls across my prone body
her lips part like a scalpel wound and her mouth encloses mine.
our tongues duel and in my arms her body
is the most dangerous weapon she possesses.
Originally published September 2009