Erotic Poetry
"Making Out," an erotic poem by Celeste P. Stiles
Last time you ate gummy worms
your mouth turned blue. The sour coating
gave you a tongue sore and I refused to kiss you
I wore yellow today
and thought it would remind you
of finding Emerald City
Last night in the movies
I was scared and pinched your arm
gave you a bruise
and we had sex afterward
Last year I wrote a poem
about another guy
and my favorite lines were
“But you told the truth about my clit
and the rest of it, how pretty it is
when it’s dripping and wet”
And I think about how you want
kids right now but I don’t
If only cum didn’t smell
like egg whites and spoiled pudding
I’d rather have it on me than
in me yes all my
lovers have complained
but I’m still the one in control
The guy sitting next to me smells like
he just came inside
from having a smoke
and I find it hard to breathe
He reminds me of someone
I fucked in Sweden
One of those drunken nights
I love your chin
I hate how you cut it
every time you shave
you really should use
a mirror and gel
That guy’s armpits smell
of dirty skin and powder fresh
covered by smoke breath
but I can’t find a substitute for yuck
Tonight you’ll come
over and I’ll be glad to see
your face peeking out
from between my thighs
Originally published December 2010