Moonlit Desires- Erotic Poetry Series
Erotica was one of my first forms of rebellion. As a young girl, something sacred was taken from me. I have learned to rewrite that story through desire. These words, these whispers, these moans-on-paper are more than sensual play; they are reclamation.
To stand in erotic expression now, as the woman I’ve become, is to choose myself fully. It is healing. It is defiance. It is freedom.
Moonlit Desires is my offering to the shadows: a space where pleasure and power entwine, where what was once stolen becomes mine again, entirely.
Moonlit Desires
The caress of your voice
Sep 03, 2025
The caress of your voice…
undoes me.
The timber of your moan
ignites a fire in my core…
My breath speeds,
at the sound of your deep chuckle.
Your exhales of pleasure in my ear…
chase the air from my lungs.
Call me…
a good girl.
Tell me…
what makes me one.
Wrap your hand around my throat…
as you do.
Kiss up my jaw…
whisper in my ear…
Unravel my senses…
with a smile I can only feel.
Bind me.
Blind me.
Pleasure me…
with your words.
“You look so beautiful…
tied up…
ready…
Such a good girl…
waiting for my touch.”
Heart racing…
body shaking…
“Now…
let’s begin.”
Moonlit Desires
A coffee shop encounter
Sep 10, 2025
I can see the veins in your arms
Winding around muscle
Pulsing in time
With the clock on the wall
You don’t notice me
You never do
But
☕️
Something is different about you today
Your energy is off
Something happened
Since the last time I saw you
☕️
Was it a loss of some kind
Or was it just familiar pain
Given new life
I’m tempted to make myself known
As you wait for your coffee
☕️
But I like our time
The way it exists
Only in my mind
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear you
Say my name
☕️
I can practically feel
Your hand
Squeezing my thigh
As you kneel
between my legs
☕️
Squeeze
Soothe
Squeeze
Soothe
Inching closer
And closer
Leaning in
With every soothing caress
☕️
“I’m hungry, may I taste you, my Goddess?”
“Mmm, You look so good on your knees…
Beg.”
☕️
“Excuse me miss, you dropped this.”
☕️
Eyes open
Heart pounding
Core throbbing
Breath echoing in soft pants
☕️
“W-What?”
☕️
“Your book, you dropped it on the floor.”
☕️
So kind
Oh shit
You’ve seen me
☕️
“Uh, thank you.”
☕️
Fingers touching
No sparks
Just magma
Pooling between my thighs
☕️
I lick my lips
You notice
Your fists clench
How Darcy of you
☕️
We stare at each other
Lips
Eyes
Neck
Veins
☕️
A smirk lifts the right side of your mouth
As you turn to walk away
☕️
Stopping at the door
You look back at me
Your voice tense but strong
“I would, you know.”
☕️
Confusion subdues understanding
“Would what?”
☕️
My heart hammers
As a flame sparks in your eyes
“Beg.”
Moonlit Desires
Pleasurable punishment
Sep 18, 2025
Do you know why you’re here,
why you’re tied to this chair,
why your mouth and eyes are covered?
~
You laughed
~
when your friends told you I should learn my place.
~
You laughed
~
yet you were all too eager to come home
and let me bind you in your favorite ropes.
~
Is this you, teaching me my place?
~
If so
good boy.
~
For that you will get your climax,
at some point.
~
I’m glad you know my place.
~
Your punishment
is for not knowing yours.
Dulcis Cruor
The vampire that came for dinner
Sep 24, 2025
HE IS A VAMPIRE, SHE IS A WILLING HUMAN
The blood slid down my thighs as I stood in the shower before him.
He didn’t walk toward me, he prowled.
His eyes glimmered with hunger, his smile mocking the tremor of my hesitation.
“I know I must look like an animal right now. But you” his voice dropped low, thick with want and a bit of need, “you look like the most delicious meal I’ve never tasted.”
Heat coiled in me, my thighs pressing together as nervous energy thrummed through my body.
When he reached the tile, he sank to his hands and knees, his dark gaze never leaving mine.
My head tipped back, one last flicker of doubt whispering… Am I sure?
“Decide now, Dulcis Cruor,” he growled, voice velvet and steel. “Once I taste you, I will not stop until we have both had our fill.”
His stare was a challenge, sharp and merciless. He knew I wouldn’t back down.
“If this helps with my cramps,” I smirked, “you can do this every month. But I get to pick dinner every night of my menstruation.”
“That’s fine with me,” he purred. “You are my feast.”
My shoulders loosened, breath leaving me in a sigh as I opened for him, making room for the breadth of his body.
“Well then,” I whispered, pulse quickening,
“take your fill.”
First Girl Crush
A moment that once burned, no longer aching.
Oct 01, 2025
“Are you sure you want to try this? You look really nervous, and I’m gonna need verbal consent if you really want to try this.”
“I won’t lie; I am a bit nervous… But not for the reason you’re probably thinking.”
“Oh?”
“I have no problem having sex with you. Yes, you would be the first person with a vagina I will enjoy in that way, but that’s not a big deal. You are an amazing person and the way your mind works is one of the most attractive things to witness.”
“My trepidation is because of my own insecurities.”
“That… I can help with.”
“Do you have any idea how attractive you are? How delicious your body feels? What hearing you speak does to my nerves?
I didn’t ask you out because I was horny and hoping to get laid. I asked you out because I want to know you, more of you. I don’t need to experience the thrill of knowing your body for this date to feel like a success. But, if you honor me with that knowing, I promise to provide your body with pleasure deserving of that honor.”
“What do you say?”
Slowly, I stand. We had been sitting on a plush rug in front of the fire in her hearth, its glow painting our skin in molten amber. My palms tremble slightly as I reach for the hem of my shirt and drawing it over my head. The room feels impossibly quiet except for the soft crackle of the flames and the sound of my own breath. One piece at a time, I remove my clothes until I am standing before her with not a stitch covering my skin.
Heat floods my cheeks and my chest, as warmth pools between my legs. This heat isn’t coming from the fire, but from the weight of her gaze. She stays on her knees, eyes sparkling with something fierce and tender all at once.
Her hands start at my ankles, fingertips grazing like whispers as she traces upward in slow, deliberate circles. She moves so slowly that I can feel every inch of her palms and every flutter of her nails. My thighs tense as she reaches them. When her hands arrive at my hips, she grips them firmly, grounding me, making me feel seen. Her lips part, and I feel her warm breath against my stomach as she looks up and asks one last time, “Give me your words.”
“Yes”
Rub Me Tender
Oct 08, 2025
🎶 Rub me tender, rub me true, never let me go 🎶
She hums it softly, palms slick with lotion as sunlight catches on her wrists.
“What are you doing?” He leans in the doorway with one eyebrow raised and the familiar weight of boredom in his tone.
“Singing, have you no ears?” She doesn’t bother to look up, she knows what she’ll find.
“Do you have to be so weird?” He says it likes a question, but they both know it isn’t.
“Yes,” she smiles, “it’s a requirement of my joy. So… do you wanna? Rub me tender? Rub me true? Never let me go?”
She pauses, her hands still and her heart steady.
“I don’t think this is the right relationship for me. I think I’ll just go.”
She sets the lotion down as the room exhales. “Okay, thanks for the reminder.”
“Reminder?” He laughs in haughty confusion. “Reminder of what?”
“That I was always enough.” She just smiles. Not the cruel kind, just the true kind.
She breathes, and something quiet inside her clicks into place.
“I’m gonna go rub me tender by myself,” she says, gathering her own warmth around her like a favorite song.
“Please lock the door on your way out.”
🎶 Rub me tender, rub me true, never let me go, all my dreams fulfilled. 🎶