Erotic Poem: Don’t You Want Me?

cuddling-268x200It was always different with you, from that very first time I laid eyes on you and you looked not at my cleavage, brazenly displayed, and not at my curves, clearly defined through that short slutty dress, but into my eyes. And even while my body was crying out to be noticed, to be acknowledged, I felt a stirring in some unfamiliar place as your glistening hazel eyes bore into mine, icy blue. Not only a tug deep in my loins, but a tug also, deep in my heart. A door creaking open within me, a candlelight flickering in the shadows that had gathered there, layered thick and heavy, ever since I’d closed that part of me off to the world.
It was unsafe, I knew, to feel anything there. I slammed that door shut and I made you my challenge. I must conquer you. I must have you. I must make you need me, want me, desire me more than anything else in the whole of existence if only for a moment in time. Never before has a man resisted me so. Not in the years of trawling the clubs, gyrating, performing, displaying myself, eventually going home with someone, anyone, to be claimed, to be owned. Not in the years prior to that when, too young to gain entry to the nightclubs, I’d offered myself to any man who’d shown interest – rewarding them for wanting me with a hand job, a blow job, or even a quickie – in the bushes, or in the back of his car, or in the supply cupboard at school. Taking affection in any twisted form I could get it. Lapping it up.
You didn’t respond to my grinding and groping. You held me close instead and slow danced with me. You didn’t respond to my suggestive remarks, but whispered in my ear how beautiful I was, how perfect. You wanted to talk. You wanted to know me. You opened old wounds and you tended them so carefully, so lovingly as salty tears stung my eyes in that moonlit room. Yet still that little part of me needed to win. I knew what men wanted, I knew what they craved. If you didn’t want me there must be something wrong with me? Rejection, all over again. My hand slipped lower, seeking you, needing to make you want me. Your hand pulled my wrist and gently moved it to your chest.
“Don’t you want me?” I asked, my lips numb from your kisses, my body buzzing from rubbing against you as we lay entwined on that couch. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“No,” you answered, a lance through my heart, “I don’t want to fuck you. I want to dance with you, play with you, show you the world. I want to know you the woman and you the girl. I want to love you and caress you and shape my whole life around you. I want to mend your heart and wrap it carefully in mine. I want to make you my princess and love you and prove to you my devotion, until I am worthy, until I deserve the honour of laying with you. I want to erase from your memory every man who laid hands on you so disrespectfully. Even then I don’t want to fuck you. I want to worship you. I want to know every part of you inside and out. I want to explore you and please you and take you to heaven with every kiss, every touch. I want to join with you in a union so sweet we will transcend this world, and live in our own. You are my Goddess and I want to treat you as such.”
Your eyes shone truth. Your words, a whisper, a magic key. You opened my heart as the stars danced above and something inside me melted. I allowed myself to need you then, with all of my being. I knew then I would never need anyone else. My saviour.

13 thoughts on “Erotic Poem: Don’t You Want Me?

  1. Madame Blush says:

    I loved reading this. So beautifully authentic…it gave me goose bumps twice x


  2. mackia says:

    I love this! It makes me think of how much my boyfriend cares about me and how it really is my fault we do anything physical. He treats me with suck respect I am so thankful to have a man like that.


  3. This is awesome! I think we all long for a lover like this. 🙂 Beautifully written!


  4. Once shy says:

    Wow. I am completely taken, an incredible articulate story of one man changed by the love and beauty of one woman. One woman feeling and hearing the truth of a loving passionate man. It’s truly beautiful! Nothing compares!


  5. Nancy Frye says:

    Well done! 🙂


  6. To Be Free says:

    Hi Roxy, I just wanted you to know that I’ve had a long love-hate relationship with erotica, or porn, to be exact. Because of all those tube sites where the male stars don’t treat the women tenderly at all, where they just go banging all day long without any eye contact with each other, I falsely assumed that porn was just that. Hard, Sad, and Rompy. But then I discovered your website of erotica and it changed my views, it changed my life. I began to see the beauty in erotica, and with this new sight in mind I began discovering more websites dedicated to the Art of Erotica, where every action and word is beautiful. And I just cannot thank you enough of what you’ve done for me. You made me see the life and beauty in erotica. Thank You.

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    • foxyroxyhart says:

      Wow – what a wonderful comment to receive, I am so grateful that my writing has been a catalyst for you to open up to the beauty of erotica and sexuality. I too was rather averse to the meaningless physical crassness of porn, yet I had so much sexual energy and power I wanted to share which I saw and felt as beautiful, natural, and perfect. This is what I want to convey through my writing, and your comment is confirmation for me. So thank you! And enjoy 🙂

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  7. Stephen says:

    This is really good, I mean really very very good and I should know


  8. Tina says:

    Certainly did:) Lovely!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Jane Doe says:

    I read this almost everyday. I either have it as my screen saver or open up this site to read it. I struggled with abuse and grew up thinking and craving attention this exact way. Reading this helps me feel better about myself and the future. Thank you. So much.


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