Everyday Erotica

[HarryHill]

as i stand at the sink
warm water running over my fingers
scent of lemons in the air
i can feel the tickle of your beard against my neck
the warmth of your arms around me
the long, lean you all pressed against me

a bead of sweat forms on my lip
a stray curl clings to my flushed cheek
and i squeeze the sponge a little harder
clean the plates a little faster
till they glide all smooth-ceramics
foam rising between my fingers
your murmur in my ear

..
Morning Love, you've missed a spot.

 

[butters]

..
Morning Love, you've missed a spot.

i did, did i now? *cocks an eyebrow*

 

[Lyricalli]

quietly beautiful, cleverly arranged

Agreed it reads like three separate pieces that all interlock in sound and imagery. The sounds are well defined as well. Nice work calli

Thank you. I enjoy, and have been touched, by the way each of you write. Your comments are very much appreciated.

 

[Lyricalli]

as i stand at the sink
warm water running over my fingers
scent of lemons in the air
i can feel the tickle of your beard against my neck
the warmth of your arms around me
the long, lean you all pressed against me

a bead of sweat forms on my lip
a stray curl clings to my flushed cheek
and i squeeze the sponge a little harder
clean the plates a little faster
till they glide all smooth-ceramics
foam rising between my fingers
your murmur in my ear

This is why I love coming here. So sensual, I can almost feel the water on my hands.

 

[butters]

This is why I love coming here. So sensual, I can almost feel the water on my hands.

thankyou

 

[Tzara]

Sonnets for Liesl

1.

I now am older than he was at death,
my gift far less, my love perhaps unproved.
Yet grant that I do love. Don't misconstrue
my silence for disinterest, lack of depth—
when water's stillest, goes the phrase, is when
its bed cannot be fathomed. Cool, perhaps,
and murky as a dark, occluded glass
that caches your reflection close within,
as if to part with it would bring me pain.
That better captures why reluctant words
speak haltingly what I would fain speak plain.
I do not wish to spook you. Well I know
that when too ardent, love may more disturb
than stir. So let me woo in whisper. Slow.

 

[Tzara]

Sonnets for Liesl

2.

I've cut a place for you inside my heart.
The muscle should survive, regenerate,
those fibers that would make an interstate
of love from something more than simple art.

So think of this—I hold your breasts, or if
you are a man, your cock. (I know this is
suggestive, and quite possibly, way sexist.)
Perhaps we'll let it ride, some glyph

that's untranslatable. You know the beat—
a stroke, a stroke, a stroke as if somehow
mere repetition, like a mule-drawn plough
can -can at last deliver goods complete.

I will not wait for you. Not long, at least.
I will not wait for you till I'm deceased.

 

[legerdemer]

Sonnets for Liesl

2.

I've cut a place for you inside my heart.
The muscle should survive, regenerate,
those fibers that would make an interstate
of love from something more than simple art.

So think of this—I hold your breasts, or if
you are a man, your cock. (I know this is
suggestive, and quite possibly, way sexist.)
Perhaps we'll let it ride, some glyph

that's untranslatable. You know the beat—
a stroke, a stroke, a stroke as if somehow
mere repetition, like a mule-drawn plough
can -can at last deliver goods complete.

I will not wait for you. Not long, at least.
I will not wait for you till I'm deceased.

I really enjoyed both of these. Damn it, we need a like button. I love the rhythm of them as well as the phrasing. Not so "everyday" erotica.

 

[Tzara]

I really enjoyed both of these. Damn it, we need a like button. I love the rhythm of them as well as the phrasing. Not so "everyday" erotica.

Thanks, ld. I've been thinking about the sonnet a lot lately.

 

[Tzara]

Sonnets to Liesl: 3

Forgive me when I need to take some rest.
My body tires more easily with age,
But your slim form still holds my interest

Late into evening, like a play, offstage,
Rehearsed for just an audience of one.
Let me now run you through your lines, engage

You with the dialogue, and kiss and pun
My way into your younger lust—um—love.
Intentions weren't to be so plain, to stun

Such decent women as yourself. I move
My thoughts of you into a cardboard box.
And leave them there, abandoned and unshrove,

Until Autumnal, and the equinox
Raises all the dead. Then bets are off.

 

[legerdemer]

Sonnets to Liesl: 3

Forgive me when I need to take some rest.
My body tires more easily with age,
But your slim form still holds my interest

Late into evening, like a play, offstage,
Rehearsed for just an audience of one.
Let me now run you through your lines, engage

You with the dialogue, and kiss and pun
My way into your younger lust—um—love.
Intentions weren't to be so plain, to stun

Such decent women as yourself. I move
My thoughts of you into a cardboard box.
And leave them there, abandoned and unshrove,

Until Autumnal, and the equinox
Raises all the dead. Then bets are off.

If I may make a suggestion:
What do you think of a slight change to: "Rehearsed for an audience of just one" ? I go back and forth and can't quite decide which...

I like the playful tone, warm, affectionate, the erotic an undercurrent though very much there.

 

[Tzara]

If I may make a suggestion:
What do you think of a slight change to: "Rehearsed for an audience of just one" ? I go back and forth and can't quite decide which...

I like the playful tone, warm, affectionate, the erotic an undercurrent though very much there.

That changes the line from being straight iambic (Re · hearsed / for just / an aud / i · ence / of one) to a slightly different rhythm (Re · hearsed / for an / aud · i / ence of / just one).

To my ear, at least.

You do point out a problem with the line, though, and that's the word "just," which looks suspiciously like it was inserted simply to make the meter work out. (And probably was.) How about replacing it completely and rewording the line to Re · hearsed / be · fore / an aud / i · ence / of one?

 

[Desejo]

For what it's worth

been trying
to get over you
since I meet you

that lopsided half smile twisting
me inside, tying tighter
holding my breath

Why me

never daring to go
too far -- certainly no
deeper than two knuckles
that opened eyes in surprise

I would though.

I'd teach up to your ribs
grab your heart, if
for a second.
Hold it.
and exhale

 

[legerdemer]

That changes the line from being straight iambic (Re · hearsed / for just / an aud / i · ence / of one) to a slightly different rhythm (Re · hearsed / for an / aud · i / ence of / just one).

To my ear, at least.

You do point out a problem with the line, though, and that's the word "just," which looks suspiciously like it was inserted simply to make the meter work out. (And probably was.) How about replacing it completely and rewording the line to Re · hearsed / be · fore / an aud / i · ence / of one?

I like your solution.

 

[butters]

How about replacing it completely and rewording the line to Re · hearsed / be · fore / an aud / i · ence / of one?

works for me

 

[Tzara]

I long to see your mouth
opening, round with astonishment
and little cries

 

[Tzara]

been trying
to get over you
since I meet you

that lopsided half smile twisting
me inside, tying tighter
holding my breath

Why me

never daring to go
too far -- certainly no
deeper than two knuckles
that opened eyes in surprise

I would though.

I'd teach up to your ribs
grab your heart, if
for a second.
Hold it.
and exhale

Very nice poem.

The [r]each up to your ribs / grab your heart is excellent imagery. (I assume the "teach" is a typo.)

Welcome back. I, and I'm sure others, have missed you.

Well, me particularly, I guess. Sorry.

Fanboy behavior. De doo doo doo de da da da.

Or something.

 

[champagne1982]

Rockefeller Snowballs

Last night I dreamed I tasted your tongue
it was like feeling an oyster against my teeth
and the flavours of your juices
were like sea water and butter pooled
in those salty places that only seem mysterious
until you slide in nibbles along supple edges
and then suck the strong flex of smooth
muscle and slippery wash of your mouth

I can only wonder if my pussy tasted
like the sweet liquor of your spending
an ocean of wet tides and warm waves
that flooded over my body while you washed
your musky flow against those hollows
you touched while we rocked together please
kiss me and whisper again how much you want
to make all of this amazing for me in instants
we share together only because we like it so.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[butters]

rotating eternity

wow! great phrase

the rest was pretty decent, too, but that particular phrase popped right out and hit me between the eyes.

 

[pelegrino]

INTERTEMPORAL TRANSORMATION PRELUDE ON A MELODY BY Eduardo di Capua

'O sole mio…

it's now or never…

just one cornetto…

give it to me!​

(photograph omitted intentionally)

 

[Piscator]

and they say there are more nerve endings
in your lips than in a womans clit......

how can her eyes be so wide
as we close that space in slow motion
how softly we touch
and it tingles,
the delicate smoothe taste of decadence
like chocolate
layers of sugar and sweetness
that melt oh, so, slow, on my tongue

her breath is my breath
we grind closer
her hips thrust forward,

I grip her hair
it unfolds in pants and gasps
little nips as i nibble her lips
her hands grasp my ass
dragging my hard into her soft

we catch short breaths that hiss
between the wet sucking sounds
that smack and click
the language of passion
spoken in lustful lunges

I am lost in her
and she in me

Clothes become a heated encumberance
shed like snake skin,
that slither of sinew
as my hands glide to release the buttons on her jeans
I feel the heat as my thumbs hook on panties
and pull down
her lips stay locked to mine
she wiggles side to side
to help it all slide off

i pull up her top
loop it over her head
in one motion
pin her arms behind her back
with the shirt
drag her back
withhold my lips
for
that pause
that little moment
as I let her know I am inspecting
her exposure

this heated play
bares all
my smirk devilish as she
tries desperatly
to taste me again as if
I am oxygen

We slide together
her throes of passion
shatter my world
and take me in heat and wet
demanding satisfaction

later her lips touch mine
a gentle brush
to say thank you.

We breathe each others
sighs

Nice I only wish my "everyday" were so erotic

 

[Lyricalli]

It's in the pauses
those spaces between
what has been
and what will be

Blinded eyes
don't need to see
the mischievous curl
of a lip or the heat
deep in hazel
to know

It's there in the silences
consumed by the beat
the pulse of "I want"
"I need"

To wait
for the words
the touch that is
more than skin deep
to come

 

[legerdemer]

It's in the pauses
those spaces between
what has been
and what will be

Blinded eyes
don't need to see
the mischievous curl
of a lip or the heat
deep in hazel
to know

It's there in the silences
consumed by the beat
the pulse of "I want"
"I need"

To wait
for the words
the touch that is
more than skin deep
to come

I love the first and third stanzas... I love the entire poem, but those two are - damn... It is hot in such an understated way... Lyricalli, I have seen this one before but I can't remember where - could you rescue me from my ditziness? I

 

[Lyricalli]

I love the first and third stanzas... I love the entire poem, but those two are - damn... It is hot in such an understated way... Lyricalli, I have seen this one before but I can't remember where - could you rescue me from my ditziness? I

Thank you! Those are such lovely compliments.

I've never posted this one before, so it must be similar to another poem. If you do remember where, I'd like to know, too.