Richard Shipps

I carry you up to bed after the long day
undress you, rub your shoulders
let you curl up there on your side
slide over you, into you
fuck you gently to sleep.

Keep my hands light, caressing
but I’ll be whispering harsh
other things.

Each slow slide into you
I tell you about how hard
I’m going to be later
of the way I’ll make your body
jolt with impact.

Trace my fingers soft
along your arm, your breast
foreshadow scratches in the morning.

Push slowly, finally into you,
And promise the violence of collision
and lost control
and then I’ll come quietly
a sighing release
and settle by your side
waiting for the dawn.


In dim light of morning
As promised
you wake to fucking
brutal, urgent
slapping you down
into the bed with my body.

My hands grab and pinch and scratch
but the words I whisper into your ear
between harsh breaths
how beautiful you are, the little things
I love about you.

Our fun little private jokes.
honey, gentle, soothing words
belying the viciousness of my fuck.

Sweetness, care,
reverence, deference
punctuated by bruising jabs
of my hips and stabs
of my cock.
Until I feel you break under me

Then I let my facade crack
finish us both off with a snarl.

Categories: Erotica, Monocle, PoetryTags: ,


I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse. One third of The Erotic Writer blog.


  1. Mystique

    Lovely contrast, resulting in a mix of needy want and sighing whisful thinkng from our end.

    You weave a seductive spell…

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