Furniture – a dirty poem

This is my first time writing erotica. A good friend showed me some erotic poetry earlier today and I figured I’d give it a shot. (Yes, its been that kind of Tuesday.) This does not come naturally to me, so please bear with me.


Libidinous and lustful, she climbed onto me,
pulled off her blouse and ripped off my tee.

Kissed me so hard, she bruised my lips,
sent me to heaven with a thrust of her hips.

Unfortunately things, went downhill from there,
for beneath us collapsed the Nilkamal chair.

Over and out. πŸ˜€

9 Comments Add yours

  1. @mandar: dont u see, the man was experimenting?!? πŸ˜›

  2. Toooooo funny dude!!!

  3. Vempy says:

    Good start to erotic poetry! Keep it ‘coming’. πŸ™‚

  4. @Mandar – It’s good to change sides sometimes πŸ˜›
    @Dhruv – Nice attempt !!!

  5. Hehehehehe…. Good one!

    But shouldn’t YOU be sending her to heaven with a thrust of YOUR hips? πŸ™‚

  6. Harsha says:

    Awesome stuff dude!

  7. Khadeer says:

    ROFLing and LOLing..

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