Erotic Poetry From Nala!

Looking for some steamy, sensual words to get your heart racing? Look no further than erotic poetry and erotic prose.  These words weave a tapestry of passion and desire, leaving readers breathless and yearning for more.

Allow Nala’s words to awaken the dormant desires within you and let your imagination run wild.  Let her create an atmosphere charged with sensuality.  Escape from the mundane and indulge in the realm of eroticism.

Grab a glass of wine, find a cozy spot and it’s time to awaken your inner desires and surrender to the enticing power of words. Get ready for an unforgettable journey into the realm of passion and pleasure.

Erotic Poetry

Wet lips kissing

Savouring

Draining me dry.

Aimless hands linger

Ecstatically

Prolong the creamy cry.

You’re a supernova

Scolding

I let my tongue fry.

Air full of moans

Savouring

Draining me dry.

Lost to your touch

Your affections

Spark in the eye.

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The countdown begins

Ignition

Together we fly.

Your heat engulfs me

Melting in you

Dripping from your thigh.

Air full of moans

And gushes

In my ear a sigh.

Positions like a yogi

Youthful energy

Forces me spry.

A tangled flesh knot

Ensnared

Never to untie.

Marching orders heard

Right there

Just there, you decry.

Position’s awkward

Convoluted

None the less I try.

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You writhe and slither

Coming

Soaring through the sky.

I’ve dreamt this moment

Perfection

A fantasy you supply.

You take me to the brink

Lustful

Sensations I deny.

For hours we create and make

Love

Neighbors, at least nearby.

Fuck the consequences

Those words

Create, what they imply.

Emotions we both embrace

Consequences

Neither of us ask why.

Sensations and elations

Orgasmic

Lost within the high.

Holy shit I’m coming

I call out

Me too baby, you reply.

Le petite mort

‘The little death’

Here we both die.

Awake come morning

Alone

My room a pig sty.

Cum stains have marked

My sheets

From both you and I.

The rest of the day

I find

Bobby pins and a hair tie.

A black laced bra

A dress

These things that I spy.

The only trace of you

Vanished

Without a goodbye.

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