Everyday Erotica

[pensivepoet]

Watchers

The gardener
creepy in sneak
watched
their descent
her clickety clack to
him the echo down
stone steps
accessory to passion
From the window
the chambermaid's eyes
wear a sliver of light
so thin
the gardener barely
notices
lost in the
measured steps
clickety clack
She a midnight coat
on moonlit ivy
drawing her shadow
not strident stroke
but lavender lush
in mystical fetter
"here"
her slender finger
glides then points
and to the gardener's twitch,
the curtain's shy,
here
he goes to his knees
a transcendental ritual
that quells the crows
gone silent.
Tonight, the gardener
will masturbate alone
the chambermaid, too
as finally
In a room high above
the strident strokes
will fall
to their envy

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[pensivepoet]

I'm goin' straight
I swear
There's just something
About those warm folds
That sweet tang
Inviting you to drink it in
Swallow it down
And being twisted
In a chain of others
Doing the same
The sight, the sound
The smells all familiar
But not the same.
Yes, I'm goin' straight
I swear
Just not tonight

Wise writing. Night is no time to make life changing decisions, especially with so much at stake.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[pensivepoet]

The Tricks of Diamond Lil

I mighta shot Billy the Kidd
sure enough intended to
but i hocked my bullets
for one dance
with the devious
Diamond Lil,
just to feel her bullets
pressed red hot
to my need
in peach mirage
The boys in the saloon
yucked it up pretty good
when they watched
my fast draw with
no fire, and Billy fled
while Lil leaned the piano
rolling my bullets
in her fingers,
smiling at my failure
as I knew she would.
No matter to me,
I'll get Billy in Yuma
or maybe Dodge City
when Lil tires of the game
saddles my pony
and gives me back
my bullets

 

[greenmountaineer]

Little house fires are fun
their coal glow heat enough to warm the night
but I long for the blaze of an errant spark
in a dried forrest
to see free range bushfires run rampant
in deep crevasses and untamed terrain

to feel the heat
to be left a smoking husk

I long to set fires
giggle in
pyromaniacal glee
to burn a swathe through
all in my path.

Impressive, tod, really.

Quibble: In line 2 I wasn't sure if "glow" or "heat" was the verb, but in either case it should be "glows" or "heats."

 

[butters]

Impressive, tod, really.

Quibble: In line 2 I wasn't sure if "glow" or "heat" was the verb, but in either case it should be "glows" or "heats."

i read that as 'their coal-glow heat enough to warm...' so the glow of their coal is producing enough heat

 

[greenmountaineer]

i read that as 'their coal-glow heat enough to warm...' so the glow of their coal is producing enough heat

Point taken and it works, given your explanation.

I know for some punctuation isn't as important as it once was. This is no reflection on tod's well written poem, but had it read

"Little house fires are fun,
their coal glow heat enough to warm the night,
but I long for the blaze of an errant spark"

I would have come to the same conclusion you did.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[todski28]

Point taken and it works, given your explanation.

I know for some punctuation isn't as important as it once was. This is no reflection on tod's well written poem, but had it read

"Little house fires are fun,
their coal glow heat enough to warm the night,
but I long for the blaze of an errant spark"

I would have come to the same conclusion you did.

i read that as 'their coal-glow heat enough to warm...' so the glow of their coal is producing enough heat

Butters is right this is how I intended it to read, thanks for the heads up GM, punctuation and grammar I really struggle with, the way butters wrote coal-glow is how I thought I wrote it, that way it says what it needs to. Also the comment is appreciated

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[pensivepoet]

The only present I want
is this one, that wraps up
past and future
memory and plans
contains them
so that we are free to feel only
the contact of our bodies
as pathways removed of time
wend us toward the space
where stars cluster
expand
explode
bringing the light
and heat
that make
life possible

wow, there's a dream and a half. sign me up. Your telling just gets better and better, Trix

 

[Tzara]

Polaroid

Now, even in her most chaste
photograph my fingers

recall some idle stroll
along her limbs, the bared skin

pliant yet firm, warm
or cool or smoothly damp.

It is as if my only memories
are in my hands. Even

the little mewling sighs flutter
as gentle taps upon each fingertip.

 

[twelveoone]

I noted the tampon in the trash
Suspected the purloined cash
A jizzy belle misfortune
was ditzi belle Miss Fortune
Crime scenes are made of this:
"Photos and DNA"

too bad poetry isn't made that way

 

[Desejo]

it was the last time--

again, again rivets
attention, rivulets
salt sentiment
some notion of soul, sole
so make it all, and nothing
at all

 

[Tzara]

it was the last time--

again, again rivets
attention, rivulets
salt sentiment
some notion of soul, sole
so make it all, and nothing
at all

I won't even pretend that my happiness has anything to do with your poem.

I am just happy to see you again.

 

[Desejo]

I won't even pretend that my happiness has anything to do with your poem.

I am just happy to see you again.

Yeah, that poem WAS mediocre. :roll eyes:
I'll try to stick around. Time is my enemy right now.

 

[twelveoone]

Yeah, that poem WAS mediocre. :roll eyes:
I'll try to stick around. Time is my enemy right now.

I hope you are out of Africa

 

[Desejo]

I hope you are out of Africa

Not in Africa at the moment, no.

 

[baby_babylon]

To celebrate
my twenty turns around the sun
you took me
to Canoe
for wine and linen service

It was raining
when we walked back
just a drizzle
but we got wetter
than we planned

in a quiet park
discrete behind a dumpster
you unzipped me.

 

[oggbashan]

Past Love

I see you around our town almost every week
Your hair is greying, your smile has wrinkles
Of a life lived, enjoyed and caressed with love.

How I envy him, the man you chose to wed.
His smile echoes yours as you hold his hand
Not a show of ownership but of equal joy.

I should be happy knowing you love and are loved.
I am, as with a trace of might have been,
I recall our love that stalled and died.

Each time I see you my heart lifts again
You have your love: I have my love.
But I remember your hand warm in mine.

We were the first love each had known
Too soon other loves changed that bliss.
I can never forget our first kiss.

I pass you in the street, you smile, I smile.
Does your heart lift again as does mine?
Each time I see no greying hair, no wrinkled face.

You are still the first I loved. I see you as you were.

That cannot change.

 

[butters]

awesome, tods. you've developed real control without losing the strength of your writing. kudos!

 

[Angeline]

Was it late afternoon
sun peering through the blinds
that striped us like zebras?

A clatter up the stairs,
a shivered tumble,
a shimmy and shuck, the sun
in stripes on a straightforward

fuck

that got right to it
with laughs and whispers
that melted in passion
tongues and fingers
everywhere an urgency
to wrap and roll
to join

but oh your eyes
gleaming at mine, our hips
as pistons even
ankles twined and reaching
for something both more
and less human
in the glorious miasma
of the striped sun.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Burn in my belly
low and sweet
a hunger
from under my skin
plasma exploding
a nebula born behind my eyes
from a moment of touch
Now
all this fires in this universe
belong to you

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

and inhale the salt of life