Escape With Me
I'm waiting
Escape with me
Run away with me to a place and time where only our flesh can exist
No distractions around to assist any escape
Just the pure satisfaction of enjoying the bliss of the two of us
Let’s live within a dream state of mind
Let’s cheat the hands of father time
And enjoy the lust that lives within us
Let’s fuck...
Until the walls cum from the vibe we create
Your toes curl down as your legs begin to quake
Let me dwell inside your walls
And never leave because there’s no cause
Let’s eat one another
Fulfill the wants of our flesh with the natural juices of our own passion
Let’s close our eyes
And recreate a definition of this physical ecstasy
This erotic illusion of you and me
Because to say “lust, love, sex or fuck”...
That simply does this shit no justice
When it is just us
Let’s just... be who we be when we be who we be
Exercise every muscle from your toes up to you eyes
Then stimulate your mind with our rhythmic breath
Inhale and exhale
Orgasms that shake that earthquake scale
Let me swell inside you
Moving faster and then slow
Changing positions and our flow
Getting wetter as the days go
And just go on and on and on
Because this dream can never end
So let’s escape...
I’m waiting
🎧 From my lips to your ears…
🎤 Spit and Ink: A Live Poetry Exchange (Open Mic)
Co-hosted by The Speechless Poet & Melissa “justME” Ellis
Next event: TONIGHT, July 21 at 8PM EST
Featured Poet: Diary of a Sacred Slut
All poets of all genres and experience are welcome.
Come for the poetry. Stay for the AfterWORDS!
AfterWORDS: Escape With Me
I’m waiting
The Poem That Waited
Some poems arrive fully formed and post within the week. This one lived in my phone notes for years before it found its moment. That’s not unusual. Some pieces need time before they’re ready to be shared, before the right space exists to receive them.
Poerotica became that space. And looking at it now, I understand why it waited. This poem needed a community built around honesty and desire before it could land the way it deserves to.
The Invitation, Revisited
If you’ve been following the catalog, the “let’s” structure will feel familiar. But where The Sixth Dimension was reckless and exploratory (refrigerators, tree limbs, sixth dimensions), this one is something quieter. More devotional. Less about the adventure of pleasure and more about the desire to disappear into it completely with one specific person:
“Run away with me to a place and time where only our flesh can exist / No distractions around to assist any escape”
This isn’t an open invitation. This is directed. Specific. There’s someone standing on the other side of this poem being asked to show up.
Cheating Father Time
“Let’s cheat the hands of father time / And enjoy the lust that lives within us”
This poem is obsessed with time. Suspending it, escaping it, living inside a dream state where it doesn’t apply. The dream state isn’t escapism, it’s preservation. When something feels this good, the natural instinct is to find a way to make it last forever. To close the door on the outside world and just exist inside the feeling.
That’s what this poem is reaching for. Not just pleasure but the suspension of everything that interrupts it.
No Justice, Just Us
“Because to say ‘lust, love, sex, or fuck’ / That simply does this shit no justice / When it is just us”
This is the center of the poem and the most honest thing in it. The narrator has exhausted the vocabulary available for what they’re describing and found it lacking. None of the words fit. Lust is too shallow. Love is too broad. Sex is too clinical. Fuck is too casual.
What exists between these two people in this space lives outside language. And the wordplay acknowledges that while still reaching for expression. No justice. Just us. The only word that comes close is the two of them together.
The Dream That Cannot End
“Because this dream can never end”
The dream state running through this poem isn’t about being asleep. It’s about existing in a heightened reality where the ordinary rules don’t apply. Where orgasms register on an earthquake scale. Where you can dwell inside someone and never leave. Where time bends around desire instead of the other way around.
The dream is the space two people create together when they fully commit to being present with each other and nothing else.
The Closing Wait
“So let’s escape… / I’m waiting”
After everything, the transcendence, the wordplay, the earthquake orgasms, the walls cumming from the vibe, the poem lands on two words. Patient. Still. Hopeful. All that expansiveness collapses into someone standing at the door of something beautiful, hoping the other person walks through it.
That’s the most vulnerable thing in the catalog. Not the explicit content. The waiting. Because waiting means it isn’t guaranteed. It means the other person still has to choose.
Why This Belongs in Poerotica
Two poems written years apart ended up in natural conversation with each other without ever intending to. The invitation structure, the reaching toward transcendence, the “let’s.” Those elements are consistent across time because they’re consistent in the voice. That’s what a body of work does. It reveals patters the writer didn’t know were there.
Escape With Me belongs here because it captures something the catalog needed. Desire that is tender without being soft, explicit without losing its romance, expansive without losing its focus on one person. It’s the dream state version of everything Poerotica has been building toward.
Your Thoughts
Have you ever wanted to escape with someone so completely that the rest of the world simply ceased to exist? What would you leave behind if you could? And is there someone you’re waiting on right now, hoping they’ll show up at the door?
Drop a comment. Let’s talk about the ones worth escaping for.
If you enjoyed this, you might also like:
The Sixth Dimension - Let’s redefine what pleasure means
Ripple Effect - When two people connect so deeply the world around them feels it
Off Rhythm - When someone gets so far under your skin they scramble everything
This took me places!! ❤️🖤💚
In my youth, I escaped my life with many men. But they never knew me. I didn't know me. The best "escaping into love" has been with my husband, the first man I ever allowed to get to know me. And the photo you chose is so wonderfully provocative....I love it.