Erothickher Poetry.

10/29/2023

Cuddling.
Holding on to holding on.
Making 1+1=1
Plural becoming singular.
Us becoming me and I becoming you.
Breathing the same air.
With that
"I got you"
hold.
That,
"I'll protect you"
Squeeeeeeze.
That,
"You're not alone"
Third eye kisses.
We, wrapped in the moment.
Bedded.
Comfortable.
Imperfect.
Enough.
No expectations.
Besides being.
Sunrise's brilliance rose.
Leaking from in between the white curtains.
White sheets.
White comforter.
Us.
Painted on this
White canvas.
White back ground.
Tie dyed with our melanin.
Feeling each other.
While
Feeling each other.
Through skin.
Through merging.
Through blending.
Through contorting.

Now stillness.
The aftermath.
After 1+1=1 math.
After the decimal points to the answers to our equations.
A fraction of bond.
Magnetizing the goals within our core.
This gravity helps.
With making our atonement, meant have meaning.
While the sunrise shined our polished skin.
Peeka-boo-ing from under the covers.

Interlocked bodies.
Connected in more ways than the answer.
We.
Still, still.
Still embracing.
Still cuddling.
After the aftermath.
Of awakening to the atonement.
Celebrating
In the air.
We breed.

LoxSmyth
10/22/23
12:37 am

10/29/2023

I hate to see you leave but I love to see you walk away.
See you whip your hips that hugs the hold in my attention.
Attending the dance that sways goodbyes, butt not on sale.
Priced to attract specific costumers able to value the U in US.
Uniting the gaze caught in your Parentheses.
Multiplying thoughts to divide and conquer.
Overcoming Destiny's will.
Taking control without military force.
Invading your space after the doors left open.
welcoming.
well come in.
Stated by a mating dance for the birds.
Having me following my leader.
Led to the room that made living room for my limbs to stretch freely.
Those hips were just hugging my island.
That separated kitchen from dining.
That Set a rated kitchen from dine in.
My hunger and Greed missed cummunicating.
Could I eat more?
Am I a Glutton?
Is this my fault,
That you taste so good?
Having me hating when you leave,
Butt loving,
to see you,
walk away.

LoxSmyth
10/21/23
11:02 am

10/29/2023

I didn't want to Harm-Monica
So I blew into Her-Monica.
Nick named.
Creating sounds vocalized by her breath.
Her mouth organ used.
To make music classically derived.
Compose by French kissed Origins.
Her pitch, high like notes left in her wet sky.
Where Oxygen depletes.
Where her lungs wishes for more air.
So I blew into Her-Monica.
To resuscitate the feelings mused that's extra to the ordinary.
I am an Orchestra inside her thighs.
As HerMoansNickHer.
Sharp without a knife.
That good pain.
Convulsions from taking yet another last breath.
Brought back to life.
As I blew into Her-MoNica.
Nic named by the sound celebrated in her exhales.
Supplied by me.
This Nut, not wanting to Harm Monica.
Inhaling Gently.
My saliva met every of a corners.
Blown out air passages.
That passed ages to be mature.
To let go of the bad days.
The stress.
The worry.
As I continually blow into your Harmonica.
Creating the music.
Accompanying.
The soul in
You.

09/24/23
LoxSmyth.

10/29/2023

You couldn't afford to pay me the American currency.
So currently you're paying me with pleasure.
my hand on 10 and 2.
Me heading to your destination.
while my head is heading into yours.
Engulfed.
During Day time.
Smoke my blunts on the highway.
Your in the right lane while I'm in the left.
"Bobbing for apples".
What you liked like.
Depositing saliva on my account.
planning on sucking my savings dry.
Checking on my balance kept on the sides of my banks.
Left hand on 10 right hand on you.
Assisting.
Accelerator accelerated.
Jerking In and out of your pot holds.
Enjoying smoking on my blunt.
Enjoying paying me.
Enjoying getting paid.
You needed a Lyft.
You needed me to pick you up.
And so did I.
I, as in he.
Thankful that our full tank was about to be drained.
Cyphone out.
Sucked.
Digested.
Nuthing going to waist.
Nut this time.
Nut pulling out.
While you're blowing my horn.
Stuck in your traffic.
Trafficing pleasure across my white lines.
Nut regreting employing you, even though you continously blow jobs.
On the way to your job. .
Switching lanes.
Getting off at you exit.
Getting off..
Getting off..
At.
your.
exit.
You swallowed my pride.
Happily accepting this type of currency.
That paid you to pay me.
By giving my head.
Super Head.

LoxSmyth.
10/11/23
1:49 pm

10/05/2023

Your tongue.
Advertising possibilities of.
Where could it lick.
Where could it taste.
Where could it apply moisture.
Imprisoned by
Your lips.
Featuring Africa.
Thick.
Soft.
Luscious.
Lustful.
Wanting mines and yours to meet.
At second base.
Since touch, grope, feel, felt, already at first.
Based on how hard we swing.
Hands under a dress addressed to you.
Worn to let lust know its meaning.
Now hiked up.
Reveling your underneaths.
Fulling my hands with the thick that made me want to feel you.
Breast, ass, thighs, inner thighs.
Panties.
My hands told my mind upon feeling its secrets.
Your lips.
The other ones.
Thick like the other ones.
I've kissed.
That imprisoned the tongue that's deep in my throat.
We are hungry.
Feasting.
Unpackaging.
Unwrapping.
Ripping.
Clawing.
Allowing.
Fi*****ng.
Erecting.
Sucking
Inserting
Sliding into fourth base.
Where I met the inner you.
Skin met skin.
Vulnerability met Vulnerability.
I'm inside.
You helped.
Made it easy.
Just for me.
I passed the test.
Proving that I'm worthy.
You have masturbated thinking about this moment.
Where my harden head wood meet your ovaries.
Where your wetness allowed me in.
Letting me know you wanted this.
Your finger nails in my back
Let me know.
Your curled toes.
Let me know
You screaming.
"Yes Lox. f**k me"
Let me know.
"Don't stop. I'm cu***ng"
Let me know.
You're "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes YESSSSS" after every pump.
Let me know.
The scream as I bit your neck.
Let me know.
The Vibrationsssss in your body.
Let me know.
The squirting from you p***y.
Let me know.
My back shot speeding up.
Let you know.
Me growling in your air.
Let you know.
Smacking your ass.
Let you know.
Him throbbing.
Let us know.
Him/Her/us Cu***ng.
Let us know.
What your tongue's.
Advertising possibilities
Are.
In real
Life.

LoxSmyth
10/05/23
12:57 am

10/05/2023

Did that poem make you wet?.
Was it erotic enough to make you touch you.
To spread your lips.
The upper to inhale air.
The lower to inhale your fingers.
Was it enough to make you squeeze your breast.
To make you lose the stresses of the day.
And think only about pleasure.
About pleasing.
About being pleased.
About being s*xy.
About being enough.
About being liked.
About being wanted.
Being special.
Being Attractive.
Being lusted.
Being a being that's being all that she wishes to be by being a s*xul being.
Learning about her body by roaming her fingers into every crevice.
Opened to the vices read on an erothick scroll.
With visual roll plays playing with your head.
Playing with your cunt's tent. Where your or***ms are kept.
Needing to be lured out.
One finger just Shy of is Knuckle.
Feeling in order to give directions.
To let him know where to go.
To get me there.
To get her there.
Together there.
Did it make you feel, press on your inner heart beat.
Your pulse.
Feeding your passion.
Feeling the heat.
Feeding to eat.
Did it make you open your mouth so my spirit could fill your throat.
Make you reenact being Pacified while you touch her.
Gagging on reflects.
Reflecting in every word in my poems.
Double meanings.
Double meanings.
Doubling feelings.
Felt by my poems.
Meant to make you want
Meant to make you warm.
Meant to make you wet.
And everything else mentioned.
in your mind.
Hoping it was enough
Like you are.

Loxsmyth
10/05/23
11:41 am

09/25/2023

Want more?
A question asked as my hips awaits the answer.
Hovering over giving you a bigger tip.
After dinning in your southern Hospitality.
After being fed.
After being served.
After being distracted by the main course of our journey.
To prick the locks to the doors that opens you.
To stick my master key deep inside the hold that matches the grooves dancing to my Gyrations.
Turning my key to explore the inner workings of your door's insides.
Gate keeping.
Not allowing any nut to just slid into your comfort zones.
Invitation only.
My name is in capital letters as I am in you.
Nuting cummon in this script.
I hover.
Do... YOU....WANT...MORE?
Question asked after I Repeatedly answered my first question.
Both of your lips said yes in both moans and moisture.
My hips obliged.
Key.. alllllll the way in.
Pressing on your groves.
That leads to your spot.
This G owns.
Blinded, feeling around your darknest to read the braille, that dailed the codes to your or****ic department.
I jiggled my keys..
Pushed it all the way in.
Pulled it out a little.
Then in.
Then out.
Hoping to find the right spot.
My key bends to the right.
finding other groves that grooved you to finally open.
and open.
and open
and open
Happily knowing the contents of your safe was safe with me.
As you now trust my thrust.
Comfortable being cumfortable.
You could feel him throbbing.
Pumping.
Erecting his flag inside your inside.
Giving you want you wanted.
What each of us desired.
What each of us reQuested.
In a question asked.
And answered.
with a big.
Fat.
Yesssssss.

09/23/23
Loxsmyth

09/25/2023

I didn't want to Harm-Monica
So I blew into Her-Monica.
Nick named.
Creating sounds vocalized by her breath.
Her mouth organ used.
To make music classically derived.
Compose by French kissed Origins.
Her pitch, high like notes left in her wet sky.
Where Oxygen depletes.
Where her lungs wishes for more air.
So I blew into Her-Monica.
To resuscitate the feelings mused that's extra to the ordinary.
I am an Orchestra inside her thighs.
As HerMoansNickHer.
Sharp without a knife.
That good pain.
Convulsions from taking yet another last breath.
Brought back to life.
As I blew into Her-MoNica.
Nic named by the sound celebrated in her exhales.
Supplied by me.
This Nut, not wanting to Harm Monica.
Inhaling Gently.
My saliva met every of a corners.
Blown out air passages.
That passed ages to be mature.
To let go of the bad days.
The stress.
The worry.
As I continually blow into your Harmonica.
Creating the music.
Accompanying.
The soul in
You.

09/24/23
LoxSmyth.

Trinidad and Tobago is known for its cultural diversity and rich historical roots. The blend of these attributes has resulted in a microcosm of creative tale...

09/14/2023

My G-PS
Directed me to your spot.
The place you house your comfort.
Where desires are met.
Pass codes on to me with vocal Cumfirmation.
I'm in.... your driveway.
Parked.
My cell stored the pics that caused my right turns to turn right.
Into the address to address the dress Lyft in your text.
Sent to my eyes.
Zooming into your features, incursive written.
Commanding my wants to deliver your requests.
Taking a pic of my packages left on your door steps.

"It's open!. come in"

Prompted me to obey.
Turning your k**b.
Pulling open what was Instructed to me to verb.
Screen door taken off the hinges.
Your door.
Pushed
I slid in.
Nut trying to be noticed.
Yet trying to be felt.
No baggage, kept in my bag.
Just what you wanted. Instructed to be placed inside of your home.
Professionally packaged.
An Uber delivery.
From an Uber driver.
About to show you how this Uber eats.
Unconventionally,
I give you the tip.
That multipled in your bank's accounts.
Saving me to have to wonder.

We could hear the change.. of garments.
In your drawers.
They are pulled aside.
As my hands checks signed to be deposited.
Deeeeposited inside your soul so it could register.
Having the circumference of your purse enlarged.
Making change, In all of your pockets.
My hands.
Full.
Weighted.
From all of my deliveries addressed to you. .
This isn't my first time.
I know where you like me to put my package.
Which of ur naked counter tops, ur kneeds, holding more of what I hold.
That can't just be placed in any hole.
U help me in.
U helped me out.
Held ur doors opened.
Welcoming.
Your lips have been drooling.
Watering.
Anticipating.
To what this app-points-meant to your sweet tooth.
In the middle of the night.
Found
In the middle of your knight
Shining armor-all over your weakness.
As you're Inhaling my Cumfort foods.
While watching how this uber eats.
Delivering a Lyft
To grub on ur hub.
Caps signed on
All the
meat
You ordered.

Left on the Inside
of our
Cumfort
zones.

09/12/23
Loxsmyth

07/19/2023

Make up.
Implied
Applied.
The type that avon couldn't supply.
With the waves of blemishe's surf-facing in our time line.
That cruise liner to mark bold dots on both i's that spells out our friendships.
As our feelings can't hide under concealer.
Trying to conceal that getting bronze was never our goal.
Applying a proper foundation.
That matches the fire lit in our hues.
As our time spent can't just be brushed away.
So we applied Makeup.
With words spoken to spoken words.
Dialoguing to understand different perspectives.
What shade works well.
To have mental symmetry.
With skin tones tuned so eyes can translate into air's frequency.
Herding the melanin that met us here.
Applying Making up.
To embrace "that's what friends are foooooor" singing in our inner ear.
While our verbiage verbed through our actions.
Cheering the greatest within each other.
Complimenting the greatness within each other.
Celebrating the greatness within each other.
Hugging the bodies within each other.
Having our make-ups, make up the poetry that inked on our hold.
Blending to conceal her.
And to conceal him.
Our other selves,
Awaiting signals to their acts in this play.
Camouflaging themselves with blushing.
So nerve cells could be opened to greater possibilities.
Where hugs can caress the stresses of the day.
Faces buried into each other's necks.
Squeezing "I miss you" into each other's heartbeats.
Now In sync.
Again.
Now breathing each other.
Again
Now feeling each other
Again.
With foundation naturally leaking out of our melanin.
Making up the reasons to apply the makeup.
Avon
Couldn't.
Supply.

07/19/23
Loxsmyth

11/17/2021

U

With me it's all about U
All about that night our vehicles steered into each other's lane.
All about when my eyes first touched your earth.
All about sniffing your cosmetics to help make up my mind.
About it being all about U.
A syllable that kisses the air when pronounce.
All about your smile that lights passions heart to beat.
All about your smarts that starts the greatness in your being.
All about your s*x see, seen by my third eye, that love views, that views love, woven in to one's truth.
Not, being afraid to cm out of your closet.
While
Nut being afraid to cm out of your closet.
Opened, Wearing pink. Fading into the sugar your hue resembles in taste and look.
It's all about your needs to bring joy to what puss sees in side your nature.
All about U finally being able to be U.
Even if it's just for a moment outside of this demension.
Its all about your love being trapped to cm fourth, and nut first.
Thinking comfort.. wood make the muscles in your dreams, be strong enough to lift the waits.
Of those nut under standing your waters flow.
Beneath your glory.
Transcending through your pores that made their music stop beating your eardrums.
That made you so desirable to me.
Two admit. that it's all about you.
The syllable that kisses the air.
Having my Nos breed yeses.
Allowing me to know you're you.
That's more than beauty's representative.
Full with desire to make a difference.
As your butts, stopped sentences.
To let us all know.
It's all about you.
As it should be.

Loxsmyth
Pen
Loves view.

06/16/2021

My pen is itching.
To scratch my scribe on your canvas.
To describe it's thoughts.
Sent through the contractions of muscles, to create a poem birthed for you.
Impregnated by the pigment in my ink.
Written within your lines.
To birth the compassion empathy breeds with.
To introduce you to a greater self.
Reflecting your ancestor's passion. Fruits picked from the branches that bend, nut break.
Holding on to the nutrients' in your core.
Stronger than wood would be if wood would grow into the tree some wishes to climb.
The example to a complex equation.
Leaves the buds nut smoked to blossom.
Comfortable orbiting your space.
Your ambiance.
Your glow.
Your s*x.
See the beauty in being you, but minus the Yo.
My Majesty
Greatnest
Gem
Sistren
Goddess
Accepted as the currency for u pay attention to their wants.
Inflating ur value.
Signed by my pen.
To check out the checks cashed on your river banks.
Going with the flow.
Coexisting with nature.
And building like a beaver.
That don't give Adam'.

LoxSmyth.
06/15/21