There is a lineSeparating public from privateBetween admiration and intimacyWhose crossing requires permissionBeneath which mystery is revealedAphrodite's secrets openedAnd on that line her bodyForms the letterW
erotic poetry
I love us.Don't you just love us, too?All the ways we are.The open us,the playful us,the happy us, and sad us.Most especially of allthe secret us.The us that no one knows,just we two.Only we two,our secret us,that no one needs to understand,no one needs...
Blindfolded and left in darknessI sit and silently hold my breathWaiting for something to comeOn the edge of life and deathI feel you moving near meComing closer, but you don’t touchMy nerves are on fireEvery sense is just too muchHe...
I Gently Praise
"Sexy, sexy poetry!"
I gently praise the private process,prized and ever present:that deeply drumming, flawlesspulse, enlivening all reticentskin,that delicate bloom of trust,unfolding in the jessaminelight of stardustedapproval,that calm conflagration,hastening the removalof presumption, embarrassment,and priggishness.I gently praise the private process,prized and ever present.
Your Passion shall be My Thirst..
"I wonder if love, lust and passion should go together..."
And when the morning rays strike my skin,Your misty breath shall heave within,With desire your lips will touch my neck,Only your thirst shall quench my thirst,I will sense your every move,I will feel your every breath,I will rule your needs...
Love in a Heartbeat
"The day when I looked into your eyes and felt your gaze drench my innermost desires."
Looking into your loving eyes,Feeling your caress on my skin,That gentle smile fetching my warmth,Drenching in the silence of your wants,Feeling your thirst on my chest,Trying to resist your every move,Carving more the way you press,Deepening down the heavenly feel,Letting your...
Surrealism
"If this was a painting..."
Alabaster skin met with classical smooth curves' artistryThe essence of predawn crystallized in a single tear on a mask of cobalt blue, chartreuse irises gazed beyond with heated pleasure. Silvery stardust lined the waves of midnight curls that framed her face,a patch...
The rippling glow of the setting sun; silent, stark and fair.Where the light surrenders to long, dancing shadows.Barefoot, a summer dress of white, Lilacs in her hairAnd the sweet taste of tangerines upon her lips.As light slips into slumber, her...
She doesn't dance to music; she snakes her hips to the base throb pumping from the heart of the club, her grinding moves keeping time to the thumping beat bombarding the walls.Remarkably poised, she arches and bends, a wave smoothly undulating through her lithe body,peaking...
A Stolen Night
"I'm going to have you"
He touches my mouth with love in his eyes.Just a kiss, no more, just fleeting.He holds me close and I breath in his scent,The touch of his hands making my nipples rise. “I going to have you,” he breathes in my...