A Dream in Erotica

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Lips, so full and lush, brush my ear:
As I hear you whisper
In slow, exquisite detail
What you will do to me this night.
And I whisper, so eagerly, "Yes....yes...."

I feel your tongue, wet as I am,
And I restlessly turn to find it with my mouth,
Taking it inside, to dance hungrily with mine.
Molten heat throbs deep inside
As we move to a beat of erotic bliss.

Your hands touch and tease,
Preparing each and every part of me.
I find myself hungry to touch you
Full-blown and hot, a'quiver,
But you say, "Not yet....."

Your lips blaze a trail of fire,
Sweetly searing, branding my skin;
Sliding down, slowly downward,
To the very heart of me,
Devouring me, magically special.

Till in a soul shattering burst
I lose myself and call out your name;
My body weeping at the beauty of it.
You rise to finally take me fully.
And I smile, and say, "Not yet....my love...."

You sigh and surrender as I kiss your lips,
Tasting the essence of me which remains.
My lips roam until I find you,
Throbbing with the pulse of passion,
And you moan, "Yes....yes...."

My hands and lips seek out
The secrets of your body;
Delighting in the sheen of sweat,
You moving beneath me
In restless anticipation

You struggle for control
And with a growl, low and deep,
You pull me up and claim my mouth once more.
Our eyes meet and hotly burn
And your mouth moves silently, "Now......"

And I feel you filling me,
In a dance as old as time,
Merged and one, giving and taking,
Sending and receiving,
Until time ceases to exist

And we seek out that most perfect ending.
And it comes, exploding out of nowhere and everywhere,
And we cling to each other as stars fall around us
And finally, sated and full,
We smile and begin the dance again.

Scorched By You

By Carole Nichols

Your touch, hot as the sun,
Invades and I come undone.
You lips are a hungry fire
That send me even higher

Branded and passion burned,
Yet ever for you I yearned
To be melted to the core
Consumed and wanting more.

And you, glow a radiant glow.
As I lose my breath, I know
That I'd lay open for that heat
Sated, fulfilled, again replete.

Ambrosia and Wine

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Your lips are the color of roses red,
Moist and fresh as the morning dew;
Your skin golden with the sun's kiss;
I want to lose myself in you.

I drink from the fountain of your love,
The sweetest wine I'll ever taste;
Sparkling with the spell of your smile,
Not a drop shall I waste.

I shall worship you, my dearest jewel,
As we rest upon your petaled bed;
I'll fill your soul with all my love,
Ambrosia from which a god is fed.

I'll bath you in warm, scented oils,
As around us, playful cherubs sing;
Clothe you in silk and gossimer lace,
You shall not want for anything.

The sound of your voice thrills my heart,
For you give your love unselfishly;
You press my head to your tender breast,
Your goodness and kindness filling me.

The most rare and precious jewel,
I am replete within your hold;
These words I speak cannot compete.
You have given me wealth untold.

Shaved

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


Wet and hot in the middle of the forest,
Haunting cries in the distance beckoning;
The heady fragrance of the flowers,
The musky cavern of hidden secrets.
Yet you seek that gentle hill of delight.

A yielding mount in the fertile valley,
Awaiting a viewing by hungry eyes;
With the foliage swept away, it appears,
Flushed and alive, sweet beauty revealed;
Greedy and giving, awaiting a visitor.

And life's fountain pours over it,
Urging a drink of the gleaming nectar;
Silky smooth and and tempting to touch,
Captivating to the senses, sweet flesh;
Inviting you to linger in passion's fold.

Wants and Needs

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


There is such a restlessness inside
That I try so very hard to hide.
I know that I should just let go,
But that's difficult to do, you know?

You answer such a need in me,
That right now I cannot see
A time when I would be happy
With you as just a memory.

I have no wants when I'm with you;
You know exacly what to do.
You make my heart and body soar;
You give me all and then some more.

You take care of my every need,
In thought as well as in deed;
You are my friend and my lover,
And right now I don't want another.

Is it so wrong to feel this way?
To enjoy so much these games we play?
Our wants and needs are just the same;
Wants and needs too wild to tame.

Passionate Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

In the warmth of shifting shadows
Languid limbs, glowing in a flickering fire;
Eyes that promise dreams come true,
Beseechingly beckon, take me higher.

Fragrance sifts the heavy air
That flows and touches the softest skin;
Lips dewy, red, pursed in a moist plea,
Let me feel the rapture again.

And the trembling takes and shakes the soul,
Exquisite agony building inside;
And shattering crystals of infinite joy,
Glimmer in passion, unable to hide.

In this bed of love, captive held,
Riding the crest of a sweet, temptuous flood;
Languid limbs now entangled and still,
Passion ran wild in lover's blood.

Sticky Fingers

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Sticky fingers, covered and sweet

With the juices of such wonderful things;

Inhale the scent of the warm, ripe fruit,

Recall the image and memory it brings.

How filling was that wet repast;

How tempting it was to the mind;

How the nectar kissed the nose and chin;

As you took from it all you could find.

A sigh escapes as now, replete,

The aromatic texture still lingers

Then the taste buds on the tongue explode

As you lick clean those sticky fingers.

Come To Me

CAROLE NICHOLS

Come to me at the break of day,
When the dew falls fresh as your kiss;
Let me see the dawn's first light
Shine in your eyes as we find bliss.
Wake me with your love, I pray,
Filled with the warmth of the morning sun;
Hold me within your sheltering arms,
Whisper your love when we become one.


Come to me in the heat of the day,
When the air is sultry and hot;
Let me see the fire in your eyes,
As we seek out passion's spot.
Let me feel your fiery touch,
Let me taste your heated skin;
Let the world spin out of control,
As we visit heaven, once again.


Come to me when the day is spent,
When all becomes still for the night;
The glow of love in your sweet eyes,
Reflecting the flickering candlelight.
Hold me once more, chase the chill away,
Tenderly prove your love, so strong;
And as we drift off into peaceful sleep,
I will know that this is where I belong.

Angels Whisper in the Night

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


Deep within the velvet comfort of sleep,
In the night when angels fly,
A whisper penetrates, scattering dreams;
A touch of a hand, a brush of lips
The heart pulses with promise,
For the whisper strikes a chord.

That kind angel knocks at the door
And enters with such quiet joy;
Sending a whisper upon his wings
And sending all thoughts to the wind.
Telling with a promise of heaven
That he is yours and yours alone.

Sweet angel, speaking till all is alive
Vibrating and pulsing, passion rules.
Embraced in arms warm to touch;
Impaled with love, strong and hot;
Body listening as the angel whispers,
Riding on ribbons of rapture.

Temptation

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

In your Garden of Eden,
I am the snake;
Tempting, teasing, biting,
Offering myself to you to take.


A nibble on the fruit of life,
And down you will fall;
I won't hesitate to jump right in
To take advantage of it all.


I know I should be sorry
For using you this way,
But heaven is where we always go,
And where I'd like to stay.


So many things are different,
Yet it still feels the same;
The raging,temptuous fires
Burning too sweet to tame.


Bodies fitting just so right,
Lips adding to the heat,
Matching heartbeats, such bliss,
A passion hard to defeat.


Yet how uncertain is tomorrow
And how you will feel then;
So I hold onto this moment
In case it never comes again.

Please Don't Let Me Go

CAROLE NICHOLS


When the day is ending,
And the sun is sinking low;
When shadows fill the room,
Please don't let me go.

When the bluebird goes to nest,
And crickets herald in the night,
When the darkness creeps around,
I need you to hold me tight.

When the moon and stars go rolling
Across the dark velvet of the skies;
Your arms must be my haven
And your lips must catch my sighs.

Take me to that pleasant valley
Where pleasure steals the pain;
Where a touch can bring a warmth
And loves leaves the sweetest stain.

Let me wander off into sleep,
With the dream of where we've been;
And the feel of you pressed close,
Your breath hot upon my skin.

And when the night is over,
And cool of dawn starts to show;
Even then, I'll need you near,
So please, don't let me go

Feverish Dreams

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


The whispering chant echos so deeply
In the restless chambers of my mind,
"You're mine, mine, mine....."
Followed by sweet, hot memories;
Of dipping deep into the sultry pot
Blood heating to boiling
And overflowing with pleasure.
A symphony of thundering hearts;
A storm raging round us.

Like the dreams of one possessed,
The memory spins round and round,
Feeling the rapturous splendor
Of the warmth you deliver,
Intense and so devinely whole,
Over and over again
Almost too real, and alive.
The pulse of unnamed emotions;
Matching the beat of muted cries.


Feverish movements of memories,
Hot, too hot to be still,
And as you wrap yourself around me,
Devouring me with your body,
Filling me with your presence;
I come suddenly awake,
To find myself entangled in but a dream.
Feeling the empty space at my side;
And the lingering ache of a memory.

Moonglow

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Touched by that gentle light;
Face in etheral repose,
Shadows hiding slumberous eyes,
Separated by your dreams,
Yet, I've never felt as close.
Darkness thick with vanilla
And your special, unique scent,
Body sculpted and honed
By the hands of a master;
Exposed to my hungry look,
Never as beautiful as now,
At rest and at peace.
Touched only by moonglow,
Tracing each curve and valley;
Kissing each line and swell;
Embracing you in gentle light;
So that I may feast upon you
To my satisfaction.

Nymph

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


Water foaming like a boiling cauldron,
Nature steaming, hissing, gone mad;
Slowly she rises,
Arms reaching to the sky
Body beaded with rainbowed drops
From her salt laden sea bed.
Hair streaming, sleek,
Caressing skin of burnished gold;
The nymph greets a jaded world.
Rosy lips a tempting smile,
Inviting, enticing, beckoning,
Seeking to lure your life-weary soul,
Eyes flashing
As dark as the midnight world
Where she abides,
She sends you her siren's song,
Dancing only for you in the frothy foam,
A sight to capture a lonely heart.
Mesmerizing, hypnotising,
Till you feel that ancient pull;
Walk into her waiting arms,
Or die from the need
For consumation of her sultry promise.
And she promises the moon and stars,
A place to rest from life's toils,
The completion of all your dreams,
If you would but come into her charms.
Oh, be wary, young man,
She would steal your very soul,
For she has none of her own;
She is illusion.

Into the Storm

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Running in reckless, heated flight,
You seek a place only felt;
The easing of the hunger inside,
Soothing the ache that love has dealt.

Yet before you feel the cool of peace,
You must brave the heat of the storm;
Drenched in sweet rivers of fire and ice,
Trusting that love will do no harm.

So you give yourself up, run into the flame,
Head thrown back as passion rules;
You tremble and feel your world explode,
Drowning in love's stormy pools.

Heat of the Flame

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Standing so close to the furnace
Holding the heat of the flame inside,
My heart pounds and I want to run,
Yet I know there's nowhere I can hide.

For the flame that you send follows
Til it touches the core of passion I hold;
Ignites in a ball of melting delight,
And I fall into that loving mold.

That finger of flame runs wild in my veins,
Searching for that sweet home and then,
It sears a brand that marks my heart,
Sending faint tremors down my skin.

The heat of the flame claims it's own,
And I keep returning to the fire;
For that nectar that comes from within,
Basting and tasting our desire.

My Sweet Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


My love surrounds me with the sweetest feel,
He lets me drink from his passion's cup;
Deep I drink for I ever thirst,
On the fruit of his love, he lets me sup.

Like feathers falling all around,
He brushes my skin with gentle lips;
I ache in the places that they touch,
He spins me round with his fingertips.

He's a fire in the midst of cool waters,
A delightful contradiction, wonderfully real;
I want him to burn me clear to my soul,
Then flow around me so the wetness I feel.

As I fill myself with his generous love,
Deep in his eyes I see hidden flame;
I'm awed and honored by the gift he brings,
Never again will I be the same.

I will cherish him, and let him know,
Just how much he means to me.
I'm chained in his arms by his sweet love;
I don't think I ever want to be free.

My Sweet Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


My love surrounds me with the sweetest feel,
He lets me drink from his passion's cup;
Deep I drink for I ever thirst,
On the fruit of his love, he lets me sup.

Like feathers falling all around,
He brushes my skin with gentle lips;
I ache in the places that they touch,
He spins me round with his fingertips.

He's a fire in the midst of cool waters,
A delightful contradiction, wonderfully real;
I want him to burn me clear to my soul,
Then flow around me so the wetness I feel.

As I fill myself with his generous love,
Deep in his eyes I see hidden flame;
I'm awed and honored by the gift he brings,
Never again will I be the same.

I will cherish him, and let him know,
Just how much he means to me.
I'm chained in his arms by his sweet love;
I don't think I ever want to be free.

Loving Hold

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Arms enclosing, holding,
Hearts filled to overflowing;
Movements, almost like a dance,
Fervent feelings showing.

Eyes locked and heavy,
Souls echo sweetest singing;
There's no one here but you and me,
Warm, with passion clinging.

Time is lost in nebulous clouds,
Caressing us with its' heady mist;
Love consuming, perfectly made,
Freely given with each kiss.

Each touch a promise of more,
Each stroke a shimmer of beauty untold;
Contented sighs, flesh to flesh,
Lying within love's sweet hold.

Making Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


Butterfly kisses, tickling the skin;
The touch of your hand, feather light;
Can oft' move me more than passion's hot flood,
Making me laugh with sweet delight.

You fill me so deeply, touching my heart;
Kissing the very core of my soul,
And you work to ease this aching need,
Restore my faith and make me whole.

And as the tension builds inside,
A fine mist of sweat cools my skin.
While the inner embers grow to flame,
And I move to take you once again.

In the breathless, wonderous aftermath
Of love's gentle, but fiercy chase,
I can hear your heartbeat matching mine,
As you hold me there in your embrace.

And I wonder, dare I linger here with you
In this place where passion rules?
To see just what might come of it?
Am I your lover, or your fool?