Submission

*Note: This version of this poem is not the most recent/updated version. However, the only place I'm aware of having  a copy of the most recent revision is on a hard drive that died on Sunday and from which the data has not been extracted as of yet. Sad_face.*

Submission

first, it was a thing without a name,

now it's a book on your coffee table

a delivery from fed ex,

a night spent with a lover.

in the space in between

it took shape and form

yet remained shadow.

it still hides in shadow,

though it's taken shape.

You keep it in the shadows,

afraid to share too much of it,

afraid of the damage it could do,

while at other times

you revel in its beauty,

its depravity,

its multitude of meanings for you.

it's not for dinner-table conversation.

you speak of it in hushed whispers

with like-minded people,

so grateful for their friendship.

you embrace it,

for so long ashamed,

now you know there's no other way you can be.

and the end,

you know no end to this.

only a beginning, and a middle that goes on as long as you can foresee

filled with violence, pain, beauty, and awakening

over and over again.

copyright 2010 Katherine Andrews

Heat

Heat 

He whispers sweet nothings to me
Instantly, i melt
My stomach - goo swishing around haphazardly
My spine tingling as his electrically charged hands 
press into the small of my back
and like two magnets being pulled together by a physical force
we fall into each other

Our bodies pressed tightly against each other
our breath shallow and our hearts
beating out the same frantic rhythm
There is no time, nor rules
nor voices in our heads 
just sensation and emotion


and we come together like animals
primal and fierce
with an unquenchable thirst
our flame flaring
we will not be extinguished

copyright 2009 Katherine Andrews

When I Make Love Again

When I Make Love Again

Lately, I've led a life of loneliness.
Not the kind of loneliness that comes
with a lack of friends or family 
but the kind that comes in the inky night,
when there is no one next to me 
that I can press against, feeling his warmth,
and be reassured.
Instead my bed seems perpetually empty.
There is no chest to bury my head in, 
no arm to be draped across my torso,
no warm beating heart
to listen to when it is the blackest hour of night
and there are no other sounds 
to comfort me.

I am always left longing, left wanting.
Wanting stroking and cuddling,
kissing and caressing,
cavorting and creating
love, laughter, limp limbs.

I long to lengthen and locate 
all the places that make you scream.
I want cry out so loud
I drown out the sirens and car horns, 
the engines and the sounds of life carrying on
outside these four walls. 
I want to make my neighbors bang on the walls,
call the super, make a noise complaint.

I want our limbs to merge, limber and loose, 
bending and blending
in ways we never could think 
to imagine.
I want to pant and sweat, 
out of breath, 
moaning in exultation of our coming
together.

Won't you please show up? 
Knock on my door! 
Grab me in a bear hug, lift
me into your arms, carry
me to the bedroom where
we will bathe in the swirls of 
incense smoke and be 
illuminated by the incandescence 
of candlelight.

I will dress up in my finest lingerie --
black silk nightie,
halter-top that ties,
flaring at the hips to show off
the way my ass looks in lacy boy-cut panties,
and how my legs curve in strappy 3-inch heels and 
thigh-highs topped w/ lace, garters and all.
I won't wear these things long but
long enough and 

when they come off, 
you will tease me, softly 
touching every inch of my beckoning skin, 
my welcoming erogenous zones calling to you.
My nipples so hard, my ass so tight, my legs so limber.
I'm wet. I'm coming before you even get near my sweet spot, you're that good and I've been so good,
I've waited so long.
I've waited too long.

I cannot settle for just any old lay though.
It has to be worth my while. It has to be
intimate, intoxicating, alleviating, and deviating
from the norm.
No in-out, in-out, missionary-style wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am for me.
No, I will wait to be intrigued, believed, redeemed.
So, for now, I will just have to shudder and moan
when my hands roam down south, or
I brandish my tools of eroticism, doing to myself 
what so many have failed to do. 

Next time I find you,
you will not fail me.
You will bring me to the brink and then
you will take me over the edge, into a moment
of timelessness, sightlessness, when I'm only aware
of sensational sensation and penetrating pleasure.

So, while lately I've led a life of loneliness,
a life where my nights leave me longing and wanting,
I will continue to wait
and wait
until I know you're the one
who will not only make me come
but be gentle and rough, 
tough and sweet,
a man I'd love to meet, 
a man I need, a man to make me
go into heat.
Someone who cares for my mind and soul
as much as my body, my skin, my scent, my smile, my thighs, my heaving chest;
someone who can love as well as fuck. 

I long and I want and I lead a life of loneliness
but I know how to take care of myself
and I will wait
and wait 
until I my life intersects with
a man worthy of my time.


Copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews

Just Following Orders Aka Making Myself Cum For You

Just Following Orders Aka Making Myself Cum For You

late at night

lights dimmed

my legs spread wide and

my thighs slick with my juices

as they form rivulets running down my thighs

i imagine

standing before you

looking up into your eyes

my eyes pleading

i have to shove the dildo in my cunt

i plug my ass

and rock back and forth from pussy to ass,

wanting all my holes filled

i imagine

begging

you to let me

suck your cock

all i can think of

is your cock rammed down my throat

i gag on it

you fuck my face

eventually you remove your cock

from the depths of my throat

and you spew your thick, ropey cum

all over my tits,

all over my face

i eagerly lick up every drop

swallow greedily as you once again

shove your cock in my throat

in a tone that is in no uncertain terms

an order, nothing less

you say

"clean my cock, bitch"

if i didn't have a mouthful of your cock

i'd say

"please, Sir, i love the taste of your cum.

thank you"

i lap up every last drop

licking my lips and

grinning happily

I'm dying to be your little cum slut

your whore

your fuck hole

nothing more than a body to be used and abused

doing your bidding

all the time i want

to be slick with sweat and cum and pussy juices

a filthy slut

sopping wet

limp and spent

from being proper fucked

and still

always wanting more

i want to constantly

beg for your cock

i'm your ever-ready and always available

sweet tits

copyright 2010 Katherine Andrews

You, Me, And A Box Of Wine

You, Me, and a Box of Wine

baby let's get drunk tonight

you can buy me a box of cheap wine

just like old times

and before we know it your hands will be on my breasts

we'll be the owners of heaving chests

there will be no wondering what's next

we'll fall into old patterns and routines

our movie will play out all our old scenes

there will be no in-betweens

just everything and nothing all at once

all our unbridled lust

as fuck we must

i want to feel you enter me

i want to feel you center me

make me whole, set me free

moving as one

i come undone

i lose my words

my voice goes unheard

but my cries are fierce

primal, deep

and oh, how i weep

as your hands travel across my smooth skin

feeling your way across my firm flesh

you hold me beneath you, pinned

you take away my breath

just a glance at you

i know not what to do

until we drown ourselves in wine

and then the answer seems so clear

our coming together divine

and the heartbreak we fear

worth all this pleasure

every second of which i treasure

copyright 2009 Katherine Andrews

Happy Easter from Poetic Erotica!

Happy Easter! Hope you all are a having a great Sunday, regardless of whether or not you celebrate the holiday! I, personally, am celebrating by going to brunch and a movie with my parents and younger brother. Should be fun and I am most definitely looking forward to it.

Now, on to the good stuff. This is my latest blog, one that's meant to showcase the more romantic/risque/erotic/pornographic/kinky-type poetry I've written and will write more of! Not all of it will be strictly erotic as such, but all will deal with romance and/or kink, in one way or another. So, while most of it will be NSFW, some of it won't be. Just wanted to let you know what's in store for you! I truly hope you enjoy my poetic stylings and look forward to your comments! Thank you for reading!

<3

Kake