How to write an Erotic Poem.

[wildsweetone]

Dragged this thread up...

...nevermind.

 

[RhymeFairy]

BUMPPPPPP~!!

This is an interesting Thread
for all the new poets here on Lit ...

Happy Writing ~

 

[Jennifer C]

BUMPPPPPP~!!

This is an interesting Thread
for all the new poets here on Lit ...

Happy Writing ~

Great thread RF ~ A wonderful bump...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Ok, first off, ya probably asking yourself, "Homer, where do you get off being an authority to teach me how to write anything, let alone an erotic poem? HA, you've been here five years and only have one H the whole time!"

Well, ya know what they say, those who can't do, teach. And those who can't teach, teach gym - so if this fails I guess I know what my next carreer choice should be.

That settled, what I need to start this lesson is a lady from the audience.






Fine, fine, anyone will do, geez, not like this is an acredited class or anything. Sheez. Ok, here's what I need someone to do, write one paragraph of whatever sexual context you like. Don't worry about the form, typos, or content. It can be with another person, two people, hell, the whole football team and some zoo animals so no one feels left out. Just write it out fast and furious - gimme passion, or at least some steamy sex. We'll go from there.

Any takers?

taking stock, hues
of red, scandalized
blushes,
bemuse
your cheeks.

yes, I see you
watching
and I love it.

dressing room mirrors,
pronounce deliverance
of spaghetti straps
falling.

honey flesh glistens,
advertising
this wearers intent.
perky breast
inviting. invitation
to the intimate
partaking
of your taste.

 

[WickedEve]

taking stock, hues
of red, scandalized
blushes,
bemuse
your cheeks.

yes, I see you
watching
and I love it.

dressing room mirrors,
pronounce deliverance
of spaghetti straps
falling.

honey flesh glistens,
advertising
this wearers intent.
perky breast
inviting. invitation to
the intimate partaking
of your taste.

This is erotic to me. One reason is because you're only hinting at what's going on. You're letting the reader fill in some blanks, which lets the reader use his/her imagination. Most any poet can write an explicit sex poem, and usually that's what it will be--sex, porn, adult, whatever. Erotica is different. It's more subtle--like this poem, for example.

 

[bogusbrig]

I find much on this thread more sensual than erotic. Erotic to me being more carnal or is this a gender thing?

If I'm going to make a comment like that I guess I should back it up with a poem.



I have often lifted her kimono
To find her naked and accessible
And delved my vigorous tongue
Between the rounds of her buttocks

So often I have a permanent sense
Of the soft velvet touch of her skin
The scent that lingers
And her shame that she allows me

Her belly! Now that excites
As she stretches back
Exposing a vast metaphysical space
To be explored with my hungry lips

Her perfect but insubstantial breasts
Which disappear when she stretches
Pronounces her gooseberry nipples
I suck and chew savagely

And a languid neck turns me vampire
A strained and delicate isthmus
On which her head is hung as if too weighty
And I bite into her vulnerable exposure

All the time I am thinking
Of how she will move beneath me
Beating my back or tearing the air
In a heady mix of pain and pleasure

 

[flyguy69]

I, too, like a carnal poem, but subtlety and suggestion can be a powerfully erotic mix! Have you read Eve's "Coffee Maker"? Keep a glass of ice water handy!

I find much on this thread more sensual than erotic. Erotic to me being more carnal or is this a gender thing?

If I'm going to make a comment like that I guess I should back it up with a poem.



I have often lifted her kimono
To find her naked and accessible
And delved my vigorous tongue
Between the rounds of her buttocks

So often I have a permanent sense
Of the soft velvet touch of her skin
The scent that lingers
And her shame that she allows me

Her belly! Now that excites
As she stretches back
Exposing a vast metaphysical space
To be explored with my hungry lips

Her perfect but insubstantial breasts
Which disappear when she stretches
Pronounces her gooseberry nipples
I suck and chew savagely

And a languid neck turns me vampire
A strained and delicate isthmus
On which her head is hung as if too weighty
And I bite into her vulnerable exposure

All the time I am thinking
Of how she will move beneath me
Beating my back or tearing the air
In a heady mix of pain and pleasure

 

[champagne1982]

Come close my lover,
let me chew that carnal
bone and pick the meat
that clings to the sensual
feast of your mind.

Slide near my heat
and sear the juices
as they drip, evaporating
in the earthy smell
that makes my senses
open wide in readiness.

Fuck me like I am every
girl you've ever wanted.
A smorgasbord of sexiness;
virgin, whore or novice.
You are every man
and better. I have a bone
of yours to pick.

 

[champagne1982]

Come close my lover,
let me chew that carnal
bone and pick the meat
that clings to the sensual
feast of your mind.

Slide near my heat
and sear the juices
as they drip, evaporating
in the earthy smell
that makes my senses
open wide in readiness.

Fuck me like I am every
girl you've ever wanted.
A smorgasbord of sexiness;
virgin, whore or novice.
You are every man
and better. I have a bone
of yours to pick.

Hmmph! See if I get carnal for you boys again!

 

[Tzara]

Hmmph! See if I get carnal for you boys again!

Sorry, dear, but lines like "Come close my lover,/let me chew that carnal/bone and pick the meat" rather make certain appendages shrink in fear.

It takes "devouring sexuality" to a whole new level.

Things do become more inviting after that, though.

 

[champagne1982]

Sorry, dear, but lines like "Come close my lover,/let me chew that carnal/bone and pick the meat" rather make certain appendages shrink in fear.

It takes "devouring sexuality" to a whole new level.

Things do become more inviting after that, though.

[grin=evil]Well, I'm a carnivore. You must admit those lines got your attention, being as rapacious as they are. I think words like chew and gnaw are underused, besides, I was trying to stay away from cliche; disallowing phrases like pouty lips and niblet nibbling[/grin]

 

[bogusbrig]

I've just decided that writing about sex is the same as writing about love, it needs to be served with a great dollop of cynicism, lashings of satire and garnished with a sting of bitterness.

Anything else is just a sauce of wishful thinking and prone to make one puke!

 

[twelveoone]

I've just decided that writing about sex is the same as writing about love, it needs to be served with a great dollop of cynicism, lashings of satire and garnished with a sting of bitterness.

Anything else is just a sauce of wishful thinking and prone to make one puke!

is that what is known as bulimia?
Damn where is my guitar? I have a song title:
Bulimic Love
through pouty lips
she purges herself
Bulimic Lo-ove

 

[bogusbrig]

is that what is known as bulimia?
Damn where is my guitar? I have a song title:
Bulimic Love
through pouty lips
she purges herself
Bulimic Lo-ove

Is that country & western man?

Let me saddle up Dolly Parton's bra and I'll sing a long in harmony.

Ooooh She used to have
elephants breasts
Until she sang sad love songs
But now she's puked
So many sent-i-mental dir-ges
They're like fried eggs
On toast

Bulimic Luuuuuv
Bulimic luuuuuv!

 

[Tzara]

I've just decided that writing about sex is the same as writing about love, it needs to be served with a great dollop of cynicism, lashings of satire and garnished with a sting of bitterness.

Anything else is just a sauce of wishful thinking and prone to make one puke!

O Brig's a cynic lover, he.
A satirist he wants to be,
and garnishèd with bitter tea
his sexual relations be.

Just trundle out the ipecac,
if tender your sex writing be,
and let him sip--but then stand back
lest his opinion tainteth thee.

 

[twelveoone]

you two are good, laughin my ass off
jealous as hell, I am
I can hardly see

 

[bogusbrig]

O Brig's a cynic lover, he.
A satirist he wants to be,
and garnishèd with bitter tea
his sexual relations be.

Just trundle out the ipecac,
if tender your sex writing be,
and let him sip--but then stand back
lest his opinion tainteth thee.

Sssh. You didn't even give me thirty minutes of gloating cynicism.

A misogynist I want to be
garnished with animal lust
It's the only way she liked it
It was the only way to be

But after she had her satisfaction
She wanted a lady to be
But I'd enjoyed her wayward ways
And there was no turning back for me

 

[Tzara]

Sssh. You didn't even give me thirty minutes of gloating cynicism.

A misogynist I want to be
garnished with animal lust
It's the only way she liked it
It was the only way to be

But after she had her satisfaction
She wanted a lady to be
But I'd enjoyed her wayward ways
And there was no turning back for me

His lust of gyns amiss
Brig took his miss to fist
of hair for lusty bliss.

Mere animal he was. She
struggled vainly, shy.
A man he was, the guy
her gametes sought. Be

quiet, heart! But then,
her satisfaction won,
desire waned. Her whim

returned to love and class.
Brig found himself an ass
or two, nor turning back
to love--libido ever black.

Now Holland's Heathcliff, he
writes sex poems bitterly.

 

[bogusbrig]

His lust of gyns amiss
Brig took his miss to fist
of hair for lusty bliss.

Mere animal he was. She
struggled vainly, shy.
A man he was, the guy
her gametes sought. Be

quiet, heart! But then,
her satisfaction won,
desire waned. Her whim

returned to love and class.
Brig found himself an ass
or two, nor turning back
to love--libido ever black.

Now Holland's Heathcliff, he
writes sex poems bitterly.

Better to have lusted and won
Than having loved and lost
And with my sex drive sated
(At least for the moment)

I can turn my attention
To more manly things
Like soccer, beer and bacca

Let her wash the sheets
Let her cook the dinner
I think she really enjoys these things
It makes her feel she's needed

So when I return from the game
Having won, drawn or lost
I want my woman upon the bed
Doing what she's best at

 

[Tzara]

Better to have lusted and won
Than having loved and lost
And with my sex drive sated
(At least for the moment)

I can turn my attention
To more manly things
Like soccer, beer and bacca

Let her wash the sheets
Let her cook the dinner
I think she really enjoys these things
It makes her feel she's needed

So when I return from the game
Having won, drawn or lost
I want my woman upon the bed
Doing what she's best at

Manly Games

A mere foreigner, I prefer
more sedentary games to cheer.
In England, call me cricketer.

With the telly tuned to test match,
and the table stacked with salt snacks,
I do fiddle with her hot snatch

to while each over's tedious change.
Slim idle fingers slyly range
to her twinned north and back again

towards the south and moistened stash
of Lust's desire and her sweet ass.
Forgetting boys that play for Ash.

I am American, you know.

 

[Tzara]

[grin=evil]Well, I'm a carnivore. You must admit those lines got your attention, being as rapacious as they are. I think words like chew and gnaw are underused, besides, I was trying to stay away from cliche; disallowing phrases like pouty lips and niblet nibbling[/grin]

Some Clichéd Lines
on Pouty Lips and Niblet Nibbling
for Champagne1982

O! Those pouty nether lips so
delicate below! Entice yet
not my velvet kiss upon yon
niblet set in thrall. Bound in pas-
sions whirl of bliss I do nibbling
make you yowl. Thus sweet pussy's charm
is this--that my yen to yours is known.

 

[champagne1982]

Better to have lusted and won
Than having loved and lost
And with my sex drive sated
(At least for the moment)

I can turn my attention
To more manly things
Like soccer, beer and bacca

Let her wash the sheets
Let her cook the dinner
I think she really enjoys these things
It makes her feel she's needed

So when I return from the game
Having won, drawn or lost
I want my woman upon the bed
Doing what she's best at

Nascar libido's found in a can of Bud
swallowed without breathing, belching barley
recipes while Daddy lights the barbecue
behind the trailer. Chicken is best
marinated with a can of America's
favourite brew stuffed up its grilling
ass. Did you want your niblets left
on the cob or shall my pouty lips
nibble each and let it fall
onto the paper chinette?

Make me glad I'm your sweet
pussy, darlin' and when you're done,
go on out and take that carcass
off the grill. I'll feed you nibbles
of niblets and kiss your stubbled
chin with my pouty lips.

Beer with the boys just can't be better
than a tangle in the sheets! My hair
is curler free and I've changed
my terry housecoat for a Vicki's
Secret bra and thong! Come
back to our love jungle Briggy Bob!
Don't mess my makeup without
even once, kissing my Cover Girl
pouty lips.

 

[Tzara]

Nascar libido's found in a can of Bud
swallowed without breathing, belching barley
recipes while Daddy lights the barbecue
behind the trailer. Chicken is best
marinated with a can of America's
favourite brew stuffed up its grilling
ass. Did you want your niblets left
on the cob or shall my pouty lips
nibble each and let it fall
onto the paper chinette?

Make me glad I'm your sweet
pussy, darlin' and when you're done,
go on out and take that carcass
off the grill. I'll feed you nibbles
of niblets and kiss your stubbled
chin with my pouty lips.

Beer with the boys just can't be better
than a tangle in the sheets! My hair
is curler free and I've changed
my terry housecoat for a Vicki's
Secret bra and thong! Come
back to our love jungle Briggy Bob!
Don't mess my makeup without
even once, kissing my Cover Girl
pouty lips.

Firecracker 500

Curler free hair that is yet curled
and covers racetracks other than
those that NASCAR race! I pray my fuel
load is right and no pit stops are in sight
for the victory line is right before me as
I push the pedal down. I fret my rubber's
bare--perhaps I should have changed
those tires. Oh, well, perhaps they'll last
at least as long as I; this chassis's
getting old. O do not scold me honey,
the sponsor's money's tight.

'Round final curve, I swerve to pole
(still with me?) and I hold the line.

If I should win, then may I share
and shower winnings on your hair?

 

[bogusbrig]

Nascar libido's found in a can of Bud
swallowed without breathing, belching barley
recipes while Daddy lights the barbecue
behind the trailer. Chicken is best
marinated with a can of America's
favourite brew stuffed up its grilling
ass. Did you want your niblets left
on the cob or shall my pouty lips
nibble each and let it fall
onto the paper chinette?

Make me glad I'm your sweet
pussy, darlin' and when you're done,
go on out and take that carcass
off the grill. I'll feed you nibbles
of niblets and kiss your stubbled
chin with my pouty lips.

Beer with the boys just can't be better
than a tangle in the sheets! My hair
is curler free and I've changed
my terry housecoat for a Vicki's
Secret bra and thong! Come
back to our love jungle Briggy Bob!
Don't mess my makeup without
even once, kissing my Cover Girl
pouty lips.

Sweet Champagne lay upon the bed
Exposed in all her glory
Beautiful in her dishevilled state
Having witnessed my vigorous ardour
Her post coital smile, quivered and pouted
'Once more, dear Brigy, my hero'

Oh she is a lass of rampant needs
I've got the scratches and bites to prove it
But my dear Champagne
Can't you see my delicate plight
There's three of us upon this bed
And Angeline is naked and waiting