Erotic Sex Poems

Instinct

She would never try to conquer him;
She knows her place.
Her purpose is to serve.
Wild huntress,
Stalker in the night,
Crouches in reverence to his might.
Lone predator,
Ruler of all she sees,
Offers submissive,
Whimpering pleas.
Taking command,
He forces her still,
Something says, “bend to his will.”
Making known his rein, he plays his part,
Mounting, fire quakes her heart.
She waits with shear anticipation,
On the coming of elation,
Laying all power at his feet,
Never trying to usurp his seat.