Is poetry ever really porn?

[GuiltyPleasure]

Seriously, though, haven't we all read poems that were really graphic diary entries? It's so tiresome. First-he-put-it-in,-then-he-fucked-my-cunt-over-and over-and-we-came-like-cannons poems get on my nerves a bit. Am I just really biased?

ETA: bijou writes a very good erotic poem. Several in the dirty 30 thread were damn hot.

If you are biased you are not alone but then much of the porn out there I find wanting too so perhaps I'm no judge. Give me a book of erotic photography, preferably b and w. In the same vain allusion in poetry is better than graphic, IMO.

 

[CharleyH]

If you are biased you are not alone but then much of the porn out there I find wanting too so perhaps I'm no judge. Give me a book of erotic photography, preferably b and w. In the same vain allusion in poetry is better than graphic, IMO.

Read Marguerite Duras. Her sex scenes might just change your opinion. Also, check out Lauren's 'Letters from Pohjola'. Porn is poetic there, but I am definably biased.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Read Marguerite Duras. Her sex scenes might just change your opinion. Also, check out Lauren's 'Letters from Pohjola'. Porn is poetic there, but I am definably biased.

Charle, that's just what I mean. Lauren certainly isn't graphic, I don't know Marguerite Duras but I will correct that asap. The only rather graphic novel I found arousing is Vox by Nicholsen Baker.

 

[CharleyH]

Charle, that's just what I mean. Lauren certainly isn't graphic, I don't know Marguerite Duras but I will correct that asap. The only rather graphic novel I found arousing is Vox by Nicholsen Baker.

Do you like lesbian stories?
(Lauren is here agreeing about Vox. Hot with a sizzle.)

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Do you like lesbian stories?
(Lauren is here agreeing about Vox. Hot with a sizzle.)

I enjoy anything well-written, Radclyffe Hall, Sybille Bedford, Nairne Holtz.
Ask Lauren if she has read The Fermetta also by Baker, I enjoyed that too.

 

[CharleyH]

I enjoy anything well-written, Radclyffe Hall, Sybille Bedford, Nairne Holtz.
Ask Lauren if she has read The Fermetta also by Baker, I enjoyed that too.

Just pointed this out to Lauren.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Ask Lauren if she has read The Fermetta also by Baker, I enjoyed that too.

It's a book about a guy who has the ability to stop time, and he uses it to write porn. Who in this site wouldn't enjoy it? I keep it on my bedside table.

 

[AprilisAstra]

It's a book about a guy who has the ability to stop time, and he uses it to write porn. Who in this site wouldn't enjoy it? I keep it on my bedside table.

Only to write it? Why does he have to stop time to do that?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Only to write it? Why does he have to stop time to do that?

He does many other things as well, but let's say for the sake of argument that's all he does. Imagine being able to deliver to each person personalized smut, the second you meet that person.

"My name is Lauren, and I like long walks on the beach, piña coladas, and one-arm rubber-wearing butterfly-tattoed French-speaking Japanese bald transvestite midget smut." POW!

 

[normal jean]

hey CharleyH

I remembered this thread and had a poem I wanted to post here and it took me a while to get around to it.

Its in zygoteinmycoffee, issue43 posted under the name JL Wallace, but its mine. I wrote a series of these "poems" for a friend and I know some of you will remember this one. It's nasty....








© 2005 zygoteinmycoffee Ink.

the cum-slut and the margarita villain
by J. L. Wallace



The way he salivates
when he looks at me
makes me thinks he's a perv.

He pilfers my thoughts
and retrieves every issue
of my vanity publications.

Special edition porno mags,
shrink-wrapped in plastic
with my likeness on every one,
but with bigger boobs
pinker nipples and perfect skin.

He tells me he is more vulgar
than my most private thought.
Prove it! I dared him,
but I bet I can match you,
he took the dare, and began.

He placed his hand
on the top of my head
and lowered me slowly down
to his level,
down to eye level,
my own green eyes
stared into his one.

A tear leaked from that eye
like the last drop of rain
from a high desert cloud
and it slid gently down
and lay slick by his head,
encircling that plateau of manhood.

I flicked my tongue to taste him
then hummed until he began to shake
but he stopped me short of release.

He devoured every curve of my body
with his hands like his very own
private archaeological dig,
seizing and prying
retrieving and dusting,
marking out in layers
my own carnal thoughts
like cunning parasites
filled with my blood,
he demanded I taste them.

From that moment on, he owned me
every climax, every thought, every sin
and I begged that villain to fuck me,
to bite me as he punished-
plunging into me,

stopping
and feeling

stopping short
stopping

making me beg

driving himself
and stopping again

He was inventing the G-spot
I never had. Fine tuning it
like a sixties era muscle car
with two Holly carbs and more
than four hundred horse power
and not a lick of brakes.

Ride Me, Baby,
Ride Me!
Drive me crazy

He offers me a drink and
shares his dreams of bukkake,
dreams of churning his juice
into a special recipe Margarita
Just for me!

I watch him closely,
blender glass in hand,
lowered beneath his cock,

I thought I heard it beg for his come

Now I have competition,
an appliance of all things,
and now I know how men must feel
when they find their woman's other lover

Beneath the sheets
still warm and wet, batteries worn out
an hour after they made love
and he came, and she said she did.

My cocktail arrives, frothy and cold
slight taste of salt 'round the rim
reminds me of him.
I tongue at the straw
he placed in my mouth,
like an oral Braille messenger...
reading him, sucking him,
feeling the Cuervo, swallowing.

He stood naked and silent
as his microscopic cells
became part of me, and

He tried to convince me
what a monster he was,
but if he could have seen
his drunken sperm
drowning in lime juice,
immobile from crushed ice,

Making me want more,
making me smile,
he would have been
the one afraid.

Oh, Bartender?...
another, please





i never said it was good poetry, or really even poetry, but I have to claim even my ugliest babies

 

[Angeline]

Woo Sis. Just woo woo woo.

I saw this thread title again and thought well if you have a fetishy thing for reading poetry then sure it's porn. I dunno why that didn't occur to me before.

 

[The_Fool]

Everything I write is porn. And it always leaves me feeling....so dirty.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Everything I write is porn. And it always leaves me feeling....so dirty.

*Goes to read The Fools stuff*