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I have a few poems that describe erotic things but not explicitly. Here is one of them:
If you drink in my fire
Would it cool you off?
The aura of your volcanic passions singes so
That lava could only quell the fervor
That I feel moments before you appear.
I distinctly recall frigid air cooling my breath
Before I sensed your approach
Suddenly a tepid atmosphere
Makes my cheeks feel warmth
And the temperature rises with each step you take
Closing in on my space.
I shudder to conceive that no other materials combust
For your hands burn at your touch.
I feel the charred scars your skin leaves time after time
Touch me again.
The poem I have in mind describes a climax. When read, you know what it is but it does not express anything overtly sexual... I guess I should put it here for a more clear opinion:
All things are experienced in all ways
When she is with him like this.
She trembles everywhere
As the frigid molecular icicles pelt her
Then his fervent heat melts the icicles
Then the icicles ease the heat
A teasing, tormenting, beautiful circle,
Each cycle moving at the speed of life
And within each passionate stroke.
This seals her fate within her essences
As she tries to mentally define this power
As she tries to mentally define this hunger
As she tries to mentally define this completion
Of five senses of two bodies
Existing as one entity.
You are me
I am you
I would do anything for you
I would live for you
I would kill for you
I would die for you
I would
I
You
We
We are
Are
Is
And then it happens.
An ignition is lit where she connects with him.
She feels a ripple of earthquakes.
She feels a ripple of explosions.
She feels a ripple of
Him
Her
Himherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimher
Spasms explore each atom of her.
A tumultuous shiver implodes.
A tumultuous shiver explodes.
She rides each wave joyously with her two surfboards
One mental, one physical.
Thankful that breathing is automatic
Because she cannot, at this moment, remember how.
The ravaging moment slowly subsides within her senses.
All things are experienced in all ways
When she is with him like this.
You see what I mean? Is this considered an erotic poem?
me
If you drink in my fire
Would it cool you off?
The aura of your volcanic passions singes so
That lava could only quell the fervor
That I feel moments before you appear.
I distinctly recall frigid air cooling my breath
Before I sensed your approach
Suddenly a tepid atmosphere
Makes my cheeks feel warmth
And the temperature rises with each step you take
Closing in on my space.
I shudder to conceive that no other materials combust
For your hands burn at your touch.
I feel the charred scars your skin leaves time after time
Touch me again.
The poem I have in mind describes a climax. When read, you know what it is but it does not express anything overtly sexual... I guess I should put it here for a more clear opinion:
All things are experienced in all ways
When she is with him like this.
She trembles everywhere
As the frigid molecular icicles pelt her
Then his fervent heat melts the icicles
Then the icicles ease the heat
A teasing, tormenting, beautiful circle,
Each cycle moving at the speed of life
And within each passionate stroke.
This seals her fate within her essences
As she tries to mentally define this power
As she tries to mentally define this hunger
As she tries to mentally define this completion
Of five senses of two bodies
Existing as one entity.
You are me
I am you
I would do anything for you
I would live for you
I would kill for you
I would die for you
I would
I
You
We
We are
Are
Is
And then it happens.
An ignition is lit where she connects with him.
She feels a ripple of earthquakes.
She feels a ripple of explosions.
She feels a ripple of
Him
Her
Himherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimherhimher
Spasms explore each atom of her.
A tumultuous shiver implodes.
A tumultuous shiver explodes.
She rides each wave joyously with her two surfboards
One mental, one physical.
Thankful that breathing is automatic
Because she cannot, at this moment, remember how.
The ravaging moment slowly subsides within her senses.
All things are experienced in all ways
When she is with him like this.
You see what I mean? Is this considered an erotic poem?
me