Eroticpoetry Stories

When tears become a promise, and deep eyes - a vow for the night. Every touch writes a new story. Temptation, desire, and steps toward the forbidden that change everything. In every drop of a tear and every kiss - temptation. This is not just love, it's a journey to a world where words mean nothing, and only sensations rule. A pleasure that turns into a sin, and a tenderness that leads to surrender. The trace of a tear on the lips, waves of passion in every kiss, where words are unnecessary, only feelings in the heart remain.

A collection of my poetry. I am quite the amateur so don't expect anything ground-breaking. This book will feature romantic, erotic and humorous poetry. It will serve as a poetry journal and will be updated regularly whenever I happen to write something new. Cover by @vinculi ━━━ © 2024 Vincent Thorne. All rights reserved.

What happens when love isn't built on promises, but on pain? When worship isn't whispered, but screamed? This is a dark romance poem that delves into the terrifying, intoxicating depths of obsessive love. It explores a bond forged not in light, but in shadow; a devotion expressed not with tenderness, but with a terrifying and deliberate artistry. It's a chilling narrative of a captor who sees his beloved not as a victim, but as a cathedral-a sacred space to be claimed, tested, and revered through ruin. Her screams are just the first verse of their twisted hymn. The last sound you'll ever make is the wet pop of your jaw dislocating around my fist. And then? Then we can finally really begin. --- ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This poem contains extremely graphic, disturbing, and violent content. It explores themes of torture, obsession, and psychological horror. Recommended for mature audiences only. Please read at your own discretion. ⚠️ --- #DarkRomance #TwistedLove #Poetry #HorrorRomance #Obsession #DarkPoetry #Captor #Captive #PsychologicalHorror #WattpadPoets

An erotic short poem

A poetical expression of intimacy and sensuality of a woman .

As the summer heat persists, a heat ensures, prompting me to act on impulse. May you enjoy these erotic poems. All characters are over 18. Viewer discretion is advised.

a poem about desire & wanting to be desired.

Finding peace

Poetry

Erotic

A collection of erotic poetry exploring the pain and pleasure of existence.

NOW AN ILLUSTRATED PUBLISHED BOOK! Get a copy! Http://www.books2read.com/curvesonpaper *Featured in wattpad poetry reading list. No. 1 #eroticpoems (12/8/19) No. 1 #eroticpoetry (12/8/19) No. 1 #romanticpoems (21/9/19) Sensual Poems. Does the whisper that I make does the touch of my breath Set your soul on fire put your brain to death

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This poem speaks of the moment when the silence between two people becomes heavier and more honest than any words. It is a story of vulnerable surrender, where one allows the other to touch the hidden and dark corners of their existence. It is not about possession, but about transformation: through a calm but intense connection, emotions and parts of our existence that we had forgotten, even from ourselves, are awakened. It is the beauty of giving someone the key to your unspoken truth and seeing that truth become light. Perhaps the lyrics hide something else more intimate... An opportunity to try to discover...

I want you to spell The Season when you gasp in the end of each inked page.

My new love

With the molten Kisses

Whispers of Desire A poetry collection that seduces the soul and stirs the skin. Every line is a slow caress. Every whisper, a confession meant only for the dark. Zina Noir doesn't write love poems- she writes cravings, shivers, and silent gasps pressed between breathless verses. These are not just words. They're what happens when your mind aches for touch, when your thighs remember glances, when your voice trembles under the weight of everything you want to say-but don't. If you've ever loved someone with your whole body, ached without being touched, or whispered secrets into the dark hoping they'd echo back- then this book was written for you. Come closer. I'm not done yet...

A raw, unfiltered poem about intimacy, pride, and the craving that consumes us. Some hungers aren't meant to be ignored.