Enquiring minds................

[UnderYourSpell]

Her perfect alabaster skin and wanton smile
beckoned him to lie between thighs
spread eagerly, welcomed into her almost
virginal tightness he softly moaned.
With desire beyond all other before,
perfectly synchronised moves driving
him deeper to her screams of delight,
orgasmic heels beating against his thighs.
But she was only his wet dream, an emission
on the white sheets, unremembered
in the cold light of day.

 

[bronzeage]

Her perfect alabaster skin and wanton smile
beckoned him to lie between thighs
spread eagerly, welcomed into her almost
virginal tightness he softly moaned.
With desire beyond all other before,
perfectly synchronised moves driving
him deeper to her screams of delight,
orgasmic heels beating against his thighs.
But she was only his wet dream, an emission
on the white sheets, unremembered
in the cold light of day.

That is very much what it is like.

 

[bflagsst]

......oh OK, I'm nosy!

As a result of a conversation with Tzara I began to wonder which erotic poems were/are the most effective to an individual. The task I set, should you choose to partake, is reveal which poem or poems gave to that familiar tingle. There are many to choose from but we all have favourites in all genres, what’s your favourite erotic poem?

It can be one of your own or another's. Post it here - or at least a link, please.

Someone has to mention twelveO's Undo Ki poem every couple of months. I also enjoy the sexual intellectual of some of EPMDs stuff. His wife probably hits it the best for me, gentle eroticism, but her stuff isn't meant for porn sites. I think this is on his lit sub page:

Mother and the Handsome Flowers

Each hue I flower,
against the bright red berry
aghast the white-light hue,

but for you, and only you,
and your sea-pale iris,
and my love anew;

By siris, and the seeds chattering,
I plead one more soft kiss, tenderly
a smatter across your bed.
.........................

Father and a Bough of Apples

Against the gamut of soft girl sounds,
and the embrace of a crooked bough,
I reform my memory in its thickets,
to dapple your intricate passage thru,
to wind you home, 'til no cricket lie
along the path
from your bough to apple.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

My turn -

field fuck for Tess

In the
tall grass
I'll tap that

beautiful ass
till bees blush
and fall

splayed-legged
and chin snagged
on slick pollen petals
from watching us.

In the
tall grass
giddy

grasshopper voyeurs
clap and soar above our
backs blister-slivered
with lust sweat and
dandelion spores,

and even the
cricket critics

come

twilight
spent,

are hushed
and reverent-- taking
wagers on whether we
can possibly manage

just one more.

(one penned just for me, I have forgotten what inpired it, honest.)

A Slipper Tongue by WriterDom - for the images and the possibilities

afternoon by jthserra few words, very hot – I have a thing for sex in the afternoon.

this whole series by Angeline, the “Amante” series is pure erotica

And as I am phototropic by the *violet-like Minervous sizzles miraculously.

*shy and reclusive

Of mine I'm proudest of (not aroused by) are -

The Blue Book 1902 - because it speaks about a sexual age passed.

Deviant Rose - because it's not about sexual union in the accepted sense.

Lastly E.T.D. because it's just nasty and I don't find nasty easy to write.

Thanks to all who've taken part. I should add that many of my choices were mentioned by others.

 

[bronzeage]

I love this part

till bees blush
and fall

splayed-legged

 

[Epmd607]

69

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view,
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:
All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned,
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own,
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds,
Then churls their thoughts (although their eyes were kind)
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
I don't like poems about spread open thighs and throbbing penises, I like the eros of eroticism. Everything short of describing coitus.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

I thought this was pretty damn sexy.

 

[Angeline]

I thought this was pretty damn sexy.

Yes! I read that and thought it was excellent--beautiful erotica. And I adore those last two lines.

 

[champagne1982]

Absinthe

Better the taste of a Tim Horton’s
Boston chocolate cream on your lips
no languid clubs
Feverish coupling in the midst
of a cold north wind
Feeling only heat
not strobes lights, but aurora borealis
and
internal ropes
tight and relaxed around our heart and soul
hearing
Springtime
the tip of my tongue on your bud,
better than my first cherry sundae
moving
like early Elvis
______________________________

That was written for me by someone who wishes to remain anonymous
______________________________

Paris 2461 (by me for CharleyH)

Explore your bride as the Sienne,
drift through the heart of her
and wash against stone pillars;
fingers running through your hair.
Be her lover and explore cobbled
streets. Your footsteps tease
her rolling landscape; love's
fingers tap Martillo rhythms
to echo the thrum of sexual beats
as they drift up Mont Marte
out of Quartier de Pigalle.

Desire burning to flame
this skin; to flush crimson
need across these breasts
their peaks teased; arousal
wafting through the air.
In the bedchamber, honey-filled
kisses cloy our senses and slow
lust until your hand rests there.

My scorpion, my mate, my love
You have captivated me,
held me close in anticipation.
Together, our blessed union
floods the land, plumps grapes
so wine will wash the streets
clean and Paris will bloom,
in springtime, with lovers.
We two stroll intoxicated streets
and in the evening we'll tap
the Martillo beat and quicken
lovers to join in the night.

 

[annaswirls]

oh Seattle's poem makes me a little sad. I had forgotten all about that, I was such a child.

So. What turns me on about poetry is a combination of honesty and intellect without being pretentious. There is nothing sexier than a man who is confident, talented, and understated, humble.... it puts me in a place of wanting to reward his wonderfulness on my knees chin up his beauty falling all around me. Like that.

But you know, in a respectful way. God I sound horrible.

What turns me on is writing so fine I feel I need to sit up straight, shave my legs and put on my best wit in order to be worthy of its presence.

But I guess that has nothing to do with erotica, more of some biological imperative to want to breed with the best.

As far as erotica, what gets me is the feel of raw energy pulling me along, untethered. Like Neo's Backdoor Man, goddamn it that was so bad it was gooood and his raw honesty and lack of excuses for his sexiness would put me over the top. I miss that boy.

Dude, I love your Courtney Love poem, that you for posting it here. It is perfect goddamn it.

Okey dokey, since I've been named as partial cause for this thread, I guess I should put up. Or out. Or you should all put up with me. Or put me out.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

My turn -

field fuck for Tess

In the
tall grass
I'll tap that

beautiful ass
till bees blush
and fall

splayed-legged
and chin snagged
on slick pollen petals
from watching us.

In the
tall grass
giddy

grasshopper voyeurs
clap and soar above our
backs blister-slivered
with lust sweat and
dandelion spores,

and even the
cricket critics

come

twilight
spent,

are hushed
and reverent-- taking
wagers on whether we
can possibly manage

just one more.

(one penned just for me, I have forgotten what inpired it, honest.)

I am guilty of an unpardonable sin, I forgot to say dennis hale wrote this,

 

[Remec]

There was one particularly that got me fanning myself I think it was by Remec so will have to go and see if I can find it

*raised eyebrow*
*intrigued look*
So, like, did you find it?

*feeling a little overly curious*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*raised eyebrow*
*intrigued look*
So, like, did you find it?

*feeling a little overly curious*

Alas no you have so much to search through, I'm afraid you will have to just be content with the thought that you stirred me ..... once