Poesía erótica ©

As I stalk you
Like a crouching cat in pursuit of its prey,
Recumbent and naked

I lie in wait for you, studying you,
My body taut, waiting for the moment to pounce on yours.

My muscles tense, each line, each vein standing out.

Everything about me straightens up, stands tall.

Adrenaline courses through my veins, making my heart pound,
Widening my blood vessels, like ivy climbing up my tree.

Its rhythm quickens, and the excitement spreads throughout my being,
Accumulating in its center, flowing out of my pelvis like a slippery tree, wet, potent, full of sap.

As an unsuspecting prey, your innocent gaze stimulates two ancient passions within me,
Luring me to pounce on you, perforate your neck, tear apart your legs, and savor you.

Your body is unaware of my presence and relaxes,
Your hair falls across your neck and covers your breasts.

Suddenly a strong gust of wind stirs them,
And your hair moves like a banner, revealing your nipples, hardened by the same wind, and for some strange sixth sense, it prepares you for attention.

And without knowing why, a soft tingling begins to invade your body.

It gradually transforms into excitement, and between your legs, a pressing need arises, urgent and vital, begging to be satisfied.

Your lips expand, moisten, open wide, both of them, and begin your own caresses.

Watching you move, I remain vigilant, contemplating you, desiring you without your conscious awareness, but something within you knows my presence.

I tense even more, and it's no longer just a piece of wet, hard skin covering my body.

Hormones take hold of me, and I start to sweat, as from within me, a thread of sap begins to emerge.

Your caresses become more intense, your fingers tracing your nipples, your mouth, and your lips, and beyond. You open like a flower in search of that bee that pollinates you,
That lies on your antennae,
That shoots out of its pistil that precious pollen each spring awaits.

When you turn around, your curves almost make me leap at you.
While I admire and yearn for you, brown
Among the soft contours of your buttocks,
The intense pink, charming of your lips
And a mysterious, deep, and entrapping dark hole,
A soft perfume I can smell between your curves
And that sacred nectar sweetens my tongue
And makes me yearn for each second more.

Your buttocks open,
And while your hands wander over its entire contour
Moving in all its channel,
Between its two ports,
Your colors intensify and take me to prepare the attack.

Knees on the ground, reclining on your arms;
You enjoy my caresses,
While a sweet syrup starts to slide between your legs
Soaking you with it
And carrying it with your fingers over the entire channel formed by your glutes,
From the highest point to the deepest,
Enjoying its softness,
Its warmth and viscosity,
Caressing with that nectar your lips and your other cave.

And with that strange sensation you prepare for the attack.
And when the attack begins, far from running away,
You settle in,
And when I reach you, I kiss you, bite your neck, caress you, and lick you.
I savor your nectar with my tongue and penetrate you with it,
You go and come,
And I penetrate you with my tree marked by swollen vessels.
You go and come, with a constant and exciting balance.
With a precise rhythm and cadence,
As if the hunt were to last longer than an instant.
You emerge at just the right moment
And recline as if avoiding battle.
And we begin to fight,
To struggle between our bodies,
Our lips, our sexes, our tongues.

With a quick movement you turn me around
And flip me over onto the floor
And when I think you're retreating, there you stay,
Clamped with your lips to my tree,
Showing off your Lips between your cheeks,
And teaching me with your other lips to enjoy your mouth.
I penetrate you with my tongue, once and again,
I lick and savor you.
We feel the taste of our juices
And like animals in heat we come together again,
And you jump over me with energy and I with vigor.
We rise towards the stars,
We kiss and caress,
And we touch every part of our body,
As if trying to know if this much pleasure is real.
And then, like lightning that warns of the arrival of rain,
I swell inside you,
By your heat, by your humidity,
By your rising and falling,
And when I explode in a storm, you stand up,
Like an antelope having discovered its hunter
And ready to run away.
But it's too late, you're already my prey,
And I yours.