Threesome Erotica

i. Dick and My Onion Soup

On a cold, rainy night like this,

Dick tucks in to my onion soup.

He loves onion soup, my Dick

He loves to dip his hard-crust bread

In my bowl of piping hot homemade goodness

And he'd ask me to blow it for him if it's too hot

Or if he simply wants to tickle me pink

And  I find it really cute when he does that,

My Dick.

ii. Hot Kitchen

the young wife sits at the kitchen counter,

beating the hell out of a clove of garlic;

her young husband sits, stroking Kitty on his lap

(Kitty purrs...), and

the beating on the chopping board goes ballistic...

the pan sizzles (oil's really hot now!), and

garlic goes into the pan

(garlic burns...), and

Kitty purrs some more, begging

begging for more petting, rocking

rocking to the sound of the garlic sizzling

sizzling in the pan of oil, hissing...

hissing, sizzling, purring...

(purr, Kitty, purr...)

iii. Bodyscape

 

The Tongue knows
That the Valley between
The Breasts leads us to that
Familiar place: that sultry Savanna
South of the Navel, where a River runs
Delightfully deep, dark, and dangerous. . .
There, behind the lush tropical foliage, the
Hand might guesstimate this River’s breadth and
Depth, using as reference the Banks: Thighs
That part wilfully, whimsically, wantonly...
Wanting, wanting, wanting so much to be
Explored by the adventurous Fingers
That fear nothing but the
Failure to effect a
Tremor, a spasm
Of some sort
Down the
Depths,
Which
That
Thing
‘tween
Thy
Thighs
Will
Soon
Invade.

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---From Odes to the Flesh, a collection of unpublished erotic poems by Suri Nahunte