Sexy Erotic Poetry
"Taut," an erotic poem by Kent Coloma
After the fumbled buckles unknotted.
Wine to her lips running red
Drips like spilled paint on my stripped skin
In that room I couldn’t see
Cheesecloth haze and sepia air.
Nothing clear but the pulse in my veins and her eyes groping me
Like seeking hands in sentient snow
Her first fevered touch of sudden lightning on a stormless night
Charged, a gale of coarse hair
Heaving shock, freezing a kiss in the walls of my chest, pinned
As my arms above my head.
Anchored ropes singeing my wrists,
My ankles as I twisted to her hovering body
Close, not enough, too much, and I tuned her delight
Prone, in her rich hold
I twitched under rapid breath
Her smile swaggered and branded my flesh
Dawdling kisses bathed my hips
Dried spit like cum crusted on the hard curve of my bones.
Temptation and disavowal
Passion and indifference and gusts of explosive memory
A blizzard beating the bay window
White noise absorbing my purple loaded pleas
Then silence; our covenant observed
My tissues groaned, joints bridged across that fatal distance
Where rivers rushed and climbed the banks
Overflowing finally; rapture released, organs gaunt
Imploding, evident gasps
And drops of dew we shared; secrets
Beaten and exposed in the taut light
Originally Published February 2008 - Contest Winner 3rd Place 2008 Erotic Poetry Contest