Steamy Erotic Poetry
by John Solomon

A Kindle book of 135 erotic poems.

A celebration of the joy of erotic love.

Nudie Cutie

I found her at the beach,
basking in the blazing Sun,
shades covering her eyes,
unaware that I had come.
This morning she left our cabin
while I was sound asleep,
hung her clothes on a bush,
hoping I would sneak a peek.

Ten Years of Sex

You are more sexy in your thirties
than you were in your twenties.
Since you had our baby,
your jean skirt fits tightly
around your curved body,
and your hips might be
a wee bit wider,
but more lovely to me
when I’m your rider.
So, sit on my lap, pretty lady,
and don’t be shy if my hands
slip high-high up your thigh.

Somewhere in the Pacific

Wouldn’t it be wonderful
to play naughty games,
running naked in the rain,
if the water that fell were warm,
the salty air felt the same,
and we both knew no shame?

Great White North

Freezing in February,
snow falling steadily,
the west wind gently blows;
the sleeping Sun, down it goes.
We watch a romantic comedy
huddled under a heavy blanket,
hands touching each other,
fingers in favourite places,
our clothes all in a high heap
on the cold hardwood floor,
anticipating more.

The Mermaid By the Sea

I love to watch her breasts
rise above the waves
like two golden orbs
a King to me once gave.
I will sit here on the sand
until she reaches land.
I shall kiss my mermaid,
touch her frequently as I please,
for a month ago she married me,
and I think I know her needs.

Sexual Pressure

We are weekly sex gluttons,
belly button to belly button,
mattress squeaking, frame bending,
floor cracking, pleasure sending.
I’m on top, squeezing her bottom,
our bodies both hot as an oven.

Hot Lips in Hawaii

When I jumped in the tub,
I sat there smug and smirking.
Just for fun, you did it,
all the way, all at once,
and then smiled saying:
There will be a lot
more of that later,
you sexy Gladiator.

She Also Inflated My Ego

It’s always a delight,
a beautiful sight
on Saturday night,
after a session of amour,
to watch you walking
buck-naked out the door,
to search for your clothes
scattered on the floor,
and you flatter me, saying
I’m bigger than Thor,
that mighty god of war.

Love Before Eleven

Unbuckling her jeans, my lover
pulled down her zipper,
let me in on her secret
her undies were missing,
and hinted how later
when the show was over
the fun to come under our quilt,
doing it for ten minutes at full tilt.

Perfect Positioning

When you are looking up,
and I am looking down,
leaning over the corner
of our King-size bed,
I always last a lot longer.
I think sometimes I could go on
forever, and I feel like such
a lover whenever I hear
you holler my name.

Horny Anniversary

Thank you, my darling dear,
for the past fifteen years.
How naughty you get
when the Sun has set,
and you down two or three beers.
So get naked, get ready,
and have no fear.
The knight of your life is here.

Double Double

Your breasts are better than gold
medals to an Olympic runner,
sweeter than Werther’s candy,
and much more dandy than any
present Santa ever gave me.
Your hills I will thrill all night long.
Your pleasure I will prolong.

Heat of Passion

In the tightness of our embrace,
I place one hand behind your neck,
holding your head to my chest,
whispering my deepest feelings,
not only because I’m reeling
from the joy of our love-making,
but because of a revelation:
I love you like I’ve loved no other.

Twice a Week

Glancing, talking, staring,
touching, kissing, moaning,
gasping, groaning, losing
clothing, feeling fine every
time we do it on the carpet
with a pillow and a blanket.

My Deary Loves Dairy

My darling, I love watching
you slowly sucking
vanilla ice cream,
melting it all down until
nothing but the cone remains,
and suddenly I realize
I’d like to sit beside you,
my dear, right here, right now.
Oh, wow. Holy cow.