Categorization?

[destinie21]

Would the following poem be submitted under Erotic or Non Erotic?


Baby Love

You are my crazy love
baby love
the one I love to love

The night holds a new sort of comfort
and you balance the world on you shoulders
as the wind bears witness to volumes of secrets whispered between us.

Victoria’s secret’s
cradling the secrets I know so well.

The lips I would kiss
the scent of being spent...

Extravagant.

The progression of my obsession
to have you in my possession is endless.

Insatiable

Irreplaceable

my crazy love
for my baby love

The one I can’t help but love.

Your lips will frame the words that
would touch my heart as your fingers
make wet trails down my sweaty back

Gripping
and slipping
as you get closer.

Breathless I want to breathe in your essence
and in your presence
I am humbled

Overboard
over the top
I won’t stop

My baby love who I love to love

 

[ffreak]

I guess it depends on the audience.

Your lips will frame the words that
would touch my heart as your fingers
make wet trails down my sweaty back

Gripping
and slipping
as you get closer.

That seems pretty erotically charged to me.

Maybe too tame for others.

-FF (I would think tame is certainly not what was in your mind or that image)

 

[Angeline]

Dear Mrs. Des,

No question in my mind. It's an erotic poem. Anyone who has half a clue about poetry recognizes that one can write an erotic poem without saying "Lets fuck." (Sorry poets, I have a cold, sometimes the sweet mask slips.)

I used to have a poem posted here called Annointed. It is, in my opinion, a very erotic poem. And apparently not just mine because it won erotic poem of the year here last year. (Thank you voters, and Laurel I love the portfolio.) Look at this poem:

Annointed

Tender is the night
in moonpale room
awash in lambent silver.
The open window breathes afresh
as I unfold to your hard grace.
Poised in sweat, in curling hair enjoined,
in half-closed eyes, in steady beat,
and holding back no more,
surrender with one broken whisper,
draw you in,
wrap you deep in silken skin,
push soft hard-peaked against your chest,
offer you sweet velvet pressed,
and thus are you caressed.
I dip, swirl, slide, and quiver
shudder, shake, explode,
then breathe, breathe, breathe
anointing you slick.


Gosh. I think it's pretty damn clear that the people in that poem are not playing Go Fish, but I got a number of feedbacks saying "This should not be classified as erotic. It did nothing for me." (Only the feedback was usually more strongly worded and tended to contain phrases like "What is this shit?" LOL.

I figure it this way. If *I* think it's erotic, that's how I submit it. And unlike story submissions, where I think categories are sometimes changed, poem submissions aren't (not that I know of, anyway).


Ange

 

[Rybka]

Erotic or -non?

What Ange said.

However, on Literotica, the bar is higher/grosser than for poetry in general. Most non-poetic readers (the majority on Lit.) don't consider a poem "erotic" unless it is fairly graphic. IMHO that usually results in a piece of trite crap!

This is not to say that there are not exceptions, erotic poems do not have to be explicit. For example, go read denis hale's new poem of yesterday One-Four-Five. It is worthy of publication anywhere! This poem is an exceptional example of how to write erotically without overusing "dirty words". Wouldn't you love to hear this read aloud to a soft jazz background?

Regards, Rybka

 

[OT]

Short answer: 'tis erotic

Long(er) Answer:
My American Heritage Dictionary says:
e·rot·ic 1. Of or concerning sexual love and desire; amatory. 2. Tending to arouse sexual desire. 3. Dominated by sexual love or desire.


Mostly, as mentioned by others -- if it feels erotic to you, them make it so.

 

[Angeline]

What Ange said.

It was the fish part, right?

 

[destinie21]

Thanks guys I knew it was erotic I was just wondering if I should post it as such here. BTW I've read all of dennis hale he's what I aspire to

 

[Pure]

Angeline,

You wrote:


Anointed

Tender is the night
in moonpale room
awash in lambent silver.
The open window breathes afresh
as I unfold to your hard grace.
Poised in sweat, in curling hair enjoined,
in half-closed eyes, in steady beat,
and holding back no more,
surrender with one broken whisper,
draw you in,
wrap you deep in silken skin,
push soft hard-peaked against your chest,
offer you sweet velvet pressed,
and thus are you caressed.
I dip, swirl, slide, and quiver
shudder, shake, explode,
then breathe, breathe, breathe
anointing you slick.



A fine poem. I like 'unfold to your hard grace'. concise, fresh and striking.

Keep it up.

J.

 

[Angeline]

A fine poem. I like 'unfold to your hard grace'. concise, fresh and striking.

Thanks for the kind words. They're much appreciated.