Steamy Erotic Poetry
by John Solomon

A collection of 135 erotic poems.

A celebration of the joy of sex.

Also by John Solmon: Erotic Love Poems.

Fit of Frenzy

I grabbed hold of you,
carried you away to
our bedroom, and zoom,
you made my heart quiver
when you undid your buttons,
kicked off your slippers,
and pulled down your zipper.
Then my clothes also went
flying in a flitter.

Wakey Wakey!

Three AM, insomnia,
wide-awake since eleven.
I shake you gently,
softly speaking in your ear,
rubbing my hand on your rear.
Can you help me, darling?
My body is aching,
my mind is wandering,
but I don’t believe in taking pills.
Can you give me a sleeping thrill?
All your dreams I will fulfill.

I Love Mondays

When I came home from another
disastrous day at the office,
feeling stressed, down, and depressed,
when I least expected it,
you unbuttoned your blouse for me,
removed your clothing slowly,
and the sight of your body
brought me out of my misery
oh, so quickly!

Rub A Dub Dub In The Tub

My lady sits elegantly
in a tub from the 19th century,
knee-high above the floor,
covered in bubbles and foam,
her breasts affected by gravity,
hanging down beautifully
when she leans forward slightly,
steam rising to the ceiling,
meeting the winter draft of air
from the window above my chair,
and I can’t wait to jump in
so I can touch her skin.

Five Card Stud

On cold winter nights we turn
the heat high to twenty-five,
play poker on the bedspread,
round by round getting naked,
downing pints of pale ale,
overcome with erotic love,
the loser giving, the winner
receiving a favourite trick
at the end of every hand.

The Flirt

It’s always exciting sneaking
up behind you when you do
dinner dishes in the kitchen,
slipping my hands up your shirt,
moving my fingers around your nipples,
below your belly making ripples,
leaning firmly against your skirt.
Naughty things we both do blurt.

XXX -- Oh, Oh, Oh

On birthday numero thirty,
I sat in the buff, grinning
on the corner of our bed,
you kneeling naked before me,
with a long mirror behind you,
so I could watch you
do that thing you do
that makes my cheeks blush,
my head to get a rush,
and something else to gush.
I love it very much.

This room is filled with steam,
and I know it’s hard to breathe,
but please, my tease, I just can’t
let you leave until I receive
one, two, three, or four more
of your belly kisses I adore.

When I wear my yellow
shorts with purple hearts,
loose-fitting, made from soft silk,
the top two buttons undone,
I feel your hands all around,
making me shout manly sounds
with a sigh, as I rise up high,
and kiss you like the French do.

Your skin is soft as a dove,
so yes, I like it, my love,
when you’re naked, next
to me in the nude,
so I can feel you,
squeeze you, fondle you,
touching you softly
and firmly all over,
as we roll together
in a field of clover.

Bedroom Gymnastics

Bobbed black hair, enchanting
brown eyes, firm, curved behind,
bouncing on our bed,
making me feel fine,
better than French wine.
She’s my nudie cutie,
my bare-breasted beauty.

Siren

Standing at the edge of the ocean,
crashing waves ripping the air,
warm water dripping down her hair,
liquid sunshine on her skin,
her gorgeous body barely clothed,
a volcano erupting deep within.

Pain Reliever

My headache was horrible,
the pain unbearable,
so I sat on a chair
in answer to her dare,
and ran my hands through
her long, dark hair, gasping
for air, and oh, such pleasure.
My head felt light like a feather.
Before and after
I felt much better.

My Bunny

She shakes her bootie.
She jiggles her boobies.
I make her giddy
when I kiss her belly.
I tickle her tummy.
I love my honey.
When I’m in her, I give
her infinite pleasure
that makes us noisy,
and feels so yummy.

Laying On Of Hands

I have no qualms
when your pressing palms,
and long fingers linger,
touching me lovingly,
your hands grasping me,
holding me firmly like
a batter clenching a bat.
I can’t get enough of that.

Bathing Beauty

I gaze upon my darling,
stretching in the bathtub,
her breasts above the bubbles,
foam surrounds her nipples,
and as she turns over,
she makes me go googly-eyed
every time her backside
rises from the water again,
and again and again.

At the Cottage

I love the way her breasts
were covered like a curtain
by her long dark hair.
She never looked so fair.
I’m so happy she let me
slide open our window,
and kiss them freely there
in the fresh morning air.

How To Beat The Winter Blues

On cold January nights
when the wind blows, and the snow
slow dances outside our window,
we turn the heat to twenty-five,
and sit on our bed, drinking gin.
It really makes me grin when I win
another round of strip poker,
and take off one more item
of clothing she is wearing.

Your Voyeur

Making love in the shower
is so overrated, baby.
The space is too tight.
There’s no room to move.
So since I can never slip
inside, I’ll sit here outside
the long, clear glass door,
and watch you rub your
hot body some more
with soap on a rope.

Elongated Man

It’s so much fun when
to you I extend,
and you play with my gun.
You make me grin
like the rising Sun,
and like a bomb going off,
or a submarine explosion
in a deep blue ocean,
both of us end up getting
a really big bang from it.

Wonderful Wonder Bra

My darling, I love your black bra.
It is the finest thing you wear,
and you know by how I stare,
when you take off your dress,
I am filled with wantonness.
But when you unclip your bra
behind your back, and let the straps
dangle over your shoulders, yes,
I confess, I love your bra the best
when you toss it at the wall,
and no longer wear it at all.
Then on the bed we fall.

Honeymoon Day Two

After she stretched, dressed,
and brushed her hair,
the groom made his bride a dare.
She fell back on the bed,
and they made love with her feet
pointed high in the air,
while their stereo did blare
soft romantic music.