Seductive Poems For Her Novels & Stories

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.

Highest of all, where white peaks glanced, Where glistening streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue, So wondrous and wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream. He finished his words by brushing the backs of his knuckles over her cheek, and she trembled with a force of affection for him that was so strong it made her knees buckle. If she had not already been so in love with him, his recitation of poetry would have done it. She was hopelessly in love with her Scot. This man who only ever touched her with kindness and passion. His tenderness was infinite, and it filled her with endless wonder and fascination.

I inform my friend and cut the call. My age is into a trance of sweet breeze blowing enthralled in the flow of her love and the time stopped in admiration of her beauty. Enlightenment thrilled me in the fragrance of bountiful admiration and the wants overwhelmed by the sensual emotions. The heat of her breathe enhanced my thirst and life got inundated blessed in showers of her fervor. The flowing winds filled with the redolence of flowers muttered the promise of her smile. With the confection of her sight, my heart trumps in sensitivity.

"Welcome home honey~~" __ Sahir's POV She encircled her hands around my neck, looking into my eyes, leaning closer, crushing her soft body on mine and filling every inch of the gap, Her sugar-coated deep voice intoxicated me in various ways. She knew, how much her voice has a strong effect on me. She smelt like sweet lavender with a hint of wine and I dissolved in her aroma. She looked arousing, intensifying the heat of the room and I melted like butter. She looked so much tempting to me, her seductive gaze flashed so many emotions, telling me to make sweet love with her.

I remain silent, waiting patiently for him and he breaks the silence with his deep sensual voice. “Hmm…you don’t have any sex appeal. I agree with that. But…there’s something. I still can’t figure out what it is exactly that just won’t let my eyes off you. It’s like a strong magnetic pull that no mortal man can resist. It’s a hidden treasure that loves to play the game of hide and seek….driving me nuts and no matter how much I try, it still won’t reveal itself…” “That’s why…you are a very Seductive drug. An enchantress”.

“What is it called? Enticement. Temptation. Allure. I’m trying to get you excited and wanting for more. Like what you see, don’t you?” She leaned again and gave him a good view. Her smile was triumphant. It doesn’t look like he’ll be difficult to seduce. “It would be better if you let me taste them.” His tone was nonchalant but it made her hot for some reason. She could imagine it in her head. His mouth swallowing her berry-like tips. Her breathing deepened as her eyes darkened with desire. There was a certain level of tension between them, different from the kind of tension they had before.

Her hairs were spread on the mattress and she was scrolling through her phone being effortlessly sexy. Vanity had never been so irresistibly compelling. Like a poet’s muse, she was an endowed extravagant creature that embodied erotism in her every move, like she could feel eyes on her. As if that wasn’t tormenting enough she pressed her legs together harder, bend her one leg, and began rubbing her foot on the length of her long leg, tortuously slow. My breathing was uneven, she bit her lip that was mine to suck, eyes glazed and her back arched further.

I smoothed my palms over her hair and framed her face with my fingers cradling it softly, "If only you could see yourself the way I perceive you, if only you let your guard down and feel the way I feel for you." She took in a deep breath shuddering at my words and leaning into my touch. "How do you see me?" She asked. "The stars would dim in envy if they could see how brightly you shine my Bambi and the poets would run out of words to describe your beauty, the inks of the earth would finish if the magnificence of your soul was to be written, never have I seen a woman such as you." "Eros."

The moon goddess herself descended down to earth. Only to love me… to be with me She became my dream girl. As I dreamt only in her presence. She is the fire who scorched me affectionately. And I let my heart char in her hands intentionally. Her shiny glossed lips Are two-line poem mix When she wet them with her tongue That sight makes me go drunk. She is the vixen I intend to marry. An enemy who tastes like cherry Her body is like a deep ocean. And I drown inside her with no intention

With each step, she seemed to weave a spell of seduction, her sinuous movements hypnotizing the audience. Her hips swayed like a pendulum, drawing all eyes to her core. Her arms undulated like a serpent, beckoning us closer. Her smoldering eyes flashed like embers, igniting a fire of desire. The air was heavy with anticipation, as if the very darkness itself was alive and pulsing with her rhythm. Every step, every sway of her body left every person gaping. The ethereal echoes bounced off the walls of my mind, branding themselves in my consciousness.