Sexy Sunday - "l'Italia" (Erotic Poetry)

For this installment of Sexy Sunday, I decided to be self-indulgent (because it's my blog and I can!) and share a piece of my own erotic poetry with you. I hope you enjoy it! I would be so grateful for your feedback in the comments section below this post. Writing is such an isolated art form - your interaction keeps me going. And pretty please, don't forget to subscribe (→). I thank you in advance. 

*THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL IS NOT RATED PG-13 

AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.*

l'Italia 

An erotic poem by Deliza Rafferty

awakening 
seven hours later
his aroma lingers on her skin
in her hair
between her thighs
mingled nectars
evaporated
imprinted on her sheets

still 
she tastes him on her tongue
her lips
her fingertips

rolling over
an ache within her core
remembering him
with every move

feeling his ghost
his mark

pulsing 
for the memory of it
hooked upon him
impaled to her womb
helpless
the fullness
completed

owned

langorous, melancholy smile

still
she hears his voice
lilting, musical
his breath against her ear
spine tingle


lo senti, bella?
do you feel it?

...yes...god, yes...


ti piace, bella? è buono?
do you like it? is it good?

...sweet jesus, yes...


dimmi...mi pregare...
tell me...beg me...

...pleeeeeeaaaase...


oh god...prenderlo...take it...
remember me...



her eyes open
skin flushed
nipples straining
bud hums
walls contract

but the emptiness there...
the nothingness...

catch in her throat


Forever Gone.  

Forever Remembered.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my poem, maybe you'll enjoy the short story/novella series I'm currently writing, The Savannah Rossi Chronicles, as well. There are four volumes available so far (volume five coming soon). I hope you'll check them out. ♥

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Sexy Sunday Guest Post - "The Honeymoon" by Siren Allen

Siren Allen provides some erotic poetry for today's installment of Sexy Sunday...get your fans out, campers! 

Thanks for stopping by, Siren!

*HEADS UP: CONTENT BELOW IS NOT PG-13*

The Honeymoon

Her hips jerked in anticipation; he hadn’t even touched her yet

Blindfolded, handcuffed to the bed; she was already soaking wet

She felt a dip in the mattress; he was making his way over to her

She held her breath; impatiently awaiting his first touch, his first words

Silence surrounded her, the deafening sound of …nothing

Then she heard him remove his shirt, his belt and the rest of his clothing.

She felt his hands at her knees; spreading her legs apart

Her walls convulsed, tightening; awaiting his first thrust

He spread her legs further. She clenched her hands into fist.

He wrapped his hands around her thighs, sliding her body closer to his.

She heard him inhale, the sound almost made her come.

He exhaled then asked her, “Are you ready for my tongue?”

She didn’t know how to respond, hell yes, sure, okay!

But instead she lifted her hips, bringing her wetness closer to his face.

He chuckled; she smiled, His tongue swiped against her flesh,

When it came to giving head, this man…he was the best.

She grinded against his mouth, the stubble of his goatee tickling her

He closed his lips around her tiny bud, his mouth devouring her.

Her body shook as waves of pleasure came crashing over her

But he didn’t stop, he didn’t let up, he just kept feasting on her

With her thighs shaking, her back arched, she felt her orgasm approaching

She shuddered and bit her lip, her body felt like it was floating.

He delved his tongue between her folds, in and out…in and out.

She tossed her head side to side trying her best not to scream out

But she failed; she trembled and screamed his name as she came

He swallowed the evidence of her orgasm, her body felt drained

He released her legs and rubbed his hands over her stomach, up to her breast

She felt him removing the blindfold and handcuffs, his chest pressed against her chest

 “I told you I could make you scream,” is what he whispered in her ear.

Yes he had and yes he did. But this night was far from over.

It was her turn to show him, that this was no rookie that he wed.

She pushed him down against the mattress, “Now watch me make you beg.” 

Meet The Author

Siren Allen is a Clinical Laboratory Technician but her first passion is writing. When she’s not working in the Lab or writing steamy stories she’s planning her wedding to her best friend and future hubby Duane Allen.

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"Properly" - My Guest Post at The Erotic Writer blog

Hey Lil Lovers!

I'm very excited to have a freshly written story featured today at The Erotic Writer blog. I adore this site shared by three wonderful writers full of all kinds of erotic writing from the beautifully poetic to the downright filthy, disturbing and weird (I'm a girly girl and I tend to lean toward the former but sometimes I just can't help myself and I just have to sneak a deliciously deviant peek!). They don't usually have guest posts, but they are looking for a new contributor so I submitted for consideration and they posted it. If you want to test me out before you buy any of my books, this is a perfect opportunity to do so - it's free and you don't have to do any downloading! Please hop over and check it out (and please write sweet comments there about me - it makes me look good!). 

"Properly" by Deliza Rafferty

On Erotic Writer