poetry

Dreamt the Queen took a Seat

The attack of her smacks, 

echoed hypnotically in his dream.

As he rose to power, standing elongated to plunge, forth before the Queen.

He quizzically measured her ingredients amazed by its squeeze.

As the Queen’s passionate heat began to seep. 

She took a seat, 

on the pedestal of his throne. 

Ascending unto the unbending, 

that intrigued her loins to moan.

Descending, she observed an expression of surprise, 

as her clincher sized up, 

an already bumpy ride.

So the Queen, again ascended slowly, pulling with much seduction, 

igniting and releasing a fire that would enrage, 

a combustible pipe, into eruption.

A slight trickle down his sickle made it even stiffer.

 The pulsating beast gave way,

 to claustrophobic walls caving in, 

 closing in, around him to suffocate, snuggly, as he felt them wrap tighter, then spray. 

 He layed there half awake in a daydreamed gaze. 

 Replaying over and over again the dream, 

 eyes still closed, in a retreat to redeem. 

 As he opened his eyes slowly, there stood the Queen, 

 pleasingly motivated by the rising power that stood from his sleep. 

She challenged him to a play out the dream’s erotic repeat. 

 As he sheepishly grinned, due to the Queen stating, she really needed- a seat.

Erotic Poetry By Tamara Moore

Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended.

Thinker on the Loose 

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