Everyday Erotica

[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

 

[todski28]

Should have kissed you
when I first saw you
set the tone for love at first sight
twist me tight and fold my instincts back
into a box

though never yours
because
I missed that chance

 

[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.

 

[todski28]

playing games

Clack, clack,
Trains run across the track
meters from the window of opportunity
our game played with naked pieces
The dice rolls on the threadbare tablecloth
in this place we came
to come together

your roll picks the position of your final piece
it is compromising to say the least
but as all adroit followers of rules
you follow the command of the dice
and hand your turn to me
my grin tells you all you need to know
Loss is imminent if I roll a six,
inches away from your prone position
I crunch an ice cube
the cold crack shivers up your spine
as you await the fall of the die's roulette

It tumbles from fingers
that slow motion drop that has breath
held

as gravity

draws the anticipation out
a small whimper from your lips
as you await the final tumble
the die spins on its corner
rotating eternity
before it's motion slips
and beholds a six

a loss you lament for the briefest moment
before I move round
and take your piece by force
this battle of
dice and wills over
as you collapse against the table
in this place we
came together

and ask if we should grab a quick refreshment
and play again

 

[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)

 

[todski28]

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 satisfsction

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

We breathe each others
sighs

 

[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

 

[todski28]

She is dark
sleazy music
that makes the hips grind
on their own
base music
that resounds in your chest
slinks its way down
sultry seduction
she said she was a sapiophile
but intelligence only goes so far
when we go deep
she needs a beast that shreds her clothes
owns her body
someone she can crawl to
that understands she needs to clamp down
with her teeth and the hiss of release
is adrenal fuelled
that tension of suspended
deviltry

someone that can sign his name on her womb
deep down

She smiles coquettish
sips her drink
legs crossed her foot shaking
right there I stare into her eyes
kiss her cheek and whisper

We are so not having sex tonight........

 

[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.

 

[boomer177]

It's in the pauses....

Hardly everyday erotica. Thank you, Lyricalli.

 

[Lyricalli]

Hardly everyday erotica. Thank you, Lyricalli.

Thank you for the nice comment.

 

[todski28]

how to balance
the romance and the beast
one says caress,
while the other wants to taste flesh

one says go slow and savour the moment
the other
screams take her and own it

how to coax the beast from within its hidden place
deep inside
where it is nurtured and cared for
but seldom allowed out
for fear that her lady like demeanour
will be tarnished

baby we're all animals

on top of
you
on top of me

when we can both just release
scratch, bite, cry out in reckless abandon
because it needs to be experience
with all the senses

be with me
don't hide it
let me pet your beast
let me tame it
while you tame mine