Erotic Sex Poems

If Your Walls Could Speak

If your walls could speak,
Would they talk about us
And the things that we’ve done,
As silently they witnessed?

Would they tell of how you would anxiously shove me
Face up against them, as soon as I’d step through your door,
Your left hand holding my neck firmly, the right dropping my defenses to my ankles,
Fingers exploring, soaking in my delight?

Would they express how you made me writhe and squirm,
And burn with an uncontrollable desire;
How I would moan for you to go deep inside,
My swelling lips begging to be hushed?

Would they disclose how you forced me to the floor,
Down on all fours,
As I whimpered,
Like a dog, begging to be played with some more?

Or tell how I pleaded with you,
To drive in from behind,
As they watched without a sound,
Us imitating two animals in a mating ritual?

Would they voice how you raised me from the ground,
Thighs straddling your waist,
As you slipped inside, legs wrapped around,
For a ride to your bedroom,

Leaving them to wonder what came next?