proscenium stage-
moonbeams light the arm, the breast,
the hip around which
my thoughts revolve- suddenly,
eternity's play
Erotique Notes is a collection of erotic prose and poetry dedicated to, and based on, the love of my life, the sexiest woman I know, my Muse, my soulmate.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Psychic Fondling
tufted down,
swollen lips, damp
thighs part;
perfume musk,
very faint.
orgasmic thoughts-
silver skull lined,
a thousand mirrors
reflecting foamy tide-
glass balls dancing
on a million fountains.
every pore an open window
asborbing heat,
light caress
scrotal vault.
a flood of iridescent sheen,
cool as jelly.
from the waters
rise great swooping spirals;
flocks of birds
with long slim legs
and brilliant plumage
lose themselves
in the white sea of space.
swollen lips, damp
thighs part;
perfume musk,
very faint.
orgasmic thoughts-
silver skull lined,
a thousand mirrors
reflecting foamy tide-
glass balls dancing
on a million fountains.
every pore an open window
asborbing heat,
light caress
scrotal vault.
a flood of iridescent sheen,
cool as jelly.
from the waters
rise great swooping spirals;
flocks of birds
with long slim legs
and brilliant plumage
lose themselves
in the white sea of space.
The Louse
she owns my brain,
desire, the louse, buried
under my cranium.
i scratch till blood oozes,
but the louse won't leave.
she's in my blood now.
the air is saturated
with her.
scratch and scratch
till there's no bone left.
she's exhilarating, sexy.
i weep for her!
i Can'T be sated:
i want to scratch
myself to death.
desire, the louse, buried
under my cranium.
i scratch till blood oozes,
but the louse won't leave.
she's in my blood now.
the air is saturated
with her.
scratch and scratch
till there's no bone left.
she's exhilarating, sexy.
i weep for her!
i Can'T be sated:
i want to scratch
myself to death.
Hammock
mouthful of cherry and cream,
quivering jelly, the look,
searching for something
in the glistening eye.
reclining, disguising myself
in a hammock's caress
beneath me: reason for dread,
a thrusting and rocking
called lover.
feet, bare, grinding heels.
lungs, in ribcage, hanging
like ripe pears.
fingers anxious, tremble,
make wet spots
on jersey cotton.
but here: hammock spread
in the meadow in moonlight,
swaying in the breeze.
quivering jelly, the look,
searching for something
in the glistening eye.
reclining, disguising myself
in a hammock's caress
beneath me: reason for dread,
a thrusting and rocking
called lover.
feet, bare, grinding heels.
lungs, in ribcage, hanging
like ripe pears.
fingers anxious, tremble,
make wet spots
on jersey cotton.
but here: hammock spread
in the meadow in moonlight,
swaying in the breeze.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Cunning Lingua Laps
cunning lingua laps
its daring dance captivates
rousing passion's fire
tantalizing kisses
stimulate fierce arousal
electrified heart
sensual heaven
intimate essence entwined
rapture's inferno
its daring dance captivates
rousing passion's fire
tantalizing kisses
stimulate fierce arousal
electrified heart
sensual heaven
intimate essence entwined
rapture's inferno
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