How to write an Erotic Poem.

[HomerPindar]

Ok, first off, ya probably asking yourself, "Homer, where do you get off being an authority to teach me how to write anything, let alone an erotic poem? HA, you've been here five years and only have one H the whole time!"

Well, ya know what they say, those who can't do, teach. And those who can't teach, teach gym - so if this fails I guess I know what my next carreer choice should be.

That settled, what I need to start this lesson is a lady from the audience.






Fine, fine, anyone will do, geez, not like this is an acredited class or anything. Sheez. Ok, here's what I need someone to do, write one paragraph of whatever sexual context you like. Don't worry about the form, typos, or content. It can be with another person, two people, hell, the whole football team and some zoo animals so no one feels left out. Just write it out fast and furious - gimme passion, or at least some steamy sex. We'll go from there.

Any takers?

 

[WickedEve]

another person,
two people,
hell, the whole football team
and some zoo animals
arrived after the director yelled cut

the fluffers were called in
for take 37

 

[HomerPindar]

LoL

Look, you, the graduate class is down the hall....sheez.

This is anyone who might think their poems sounds as cheesy has a hallmark card on viagra, or just lack the confidence to think they can write an erotic poem.

Hell, I can do it, anyone should be able to.

 

[Daisy May]

I deleted this several times because I actually started my own poem. But, you want a paragraph. This could be fun.

I'm going to throw words at you instead. You work it for me, babe!

adult football players
tight buns
with THAT buldge between their legs
the coach is a FEMALE
long auburn hair (spelled wrong?)
full lips
when she bends over, you can see her g-string
THEY GO NUTS over it!
she doesn't come to practice dressed the way she should.
she wants them all- visa versa
oh so sneaky
they talk and tease with her
she asks the team to stay late after practice
she undresses
GANG BANG with Layla!!!

Not a paragraph. Something to play with. These are not kids. Maybe I'll add more in a bit. I really like detail.

 

[Daisy May]

LoL

Look, you, the graduate class is down the hall....sheez.

This is anyone who might think their poems sounds as cheesy has a hallmark card on viagra, or just lack the confidence to think they can write an erotic poem.

Hell, I can do it, anyone should be able to.

Oh damn! I really wanted to play to. Shall I write it?! I could but I thought this was going to be you doing it. Why???? I obviously wasn't reading correctly. Sorry!

I could throw in my latest if you like since no one has seen it. It's waiting approval. You let me know

 

[wildsweetone]

I'd love to sit in on this class. I don't do erotic poetry well at all and would love some pointers. Shout if you need another prose example.

 

[HomerPindar]

I deleted this several times because I actually started my own poem. But, you want a paragraph. This could be fun.

I'm going to throw words at you instead. You work it for me, babe!

adult football players
tight buns
with THAT buldge between their legs
the coach is a FEMALE
long auburn hair (spelled wrong?)
full lips
when she bends over, you can see her g-string
THEY GO NUTS over it!
she doesn't come to practice dressed the way she should.
she wants them all- visa versa
oh so sneaky
they talk and tease with her
she asks the team to stay late after practice
she undresses
GANG BANG with Layla!!!

Not a paragraph. Something to play with. These are not kids. Maybe I'll add more in a bit. I really like detail.

Fair nuff, fair nuff, won't take points off your final grade (just be sure to kiss up to me a little more, ok? )

You've got the hint of a story, let's work with that.

First, drop the and smileys from the poem, and by all means spell check (I keep four dictionaries in my room...and no, I don't sit on three of them )

We'll collapse this for a reason, most folks will quickly see what is wrong with a statement if the statement is presented in a form that follows rules they already know instinctively. In effect, you'll start to see what words are important when you try to read them like sentences in a paragraph. For example:

adult football players tight buns with THAT buldge between their legs the coach is a FEMALE long auburn hair (spelled wrong?) full lips when she bends over, you can see her g-string THEY GO NUTS over it! she doesn't come to practice dressed the way she should. she wants them all- visa versa oh so sneaky they talk and tease with her she asks the team to stay late after practice she undresses GANG BANG with Layla!!!

An important point here, if you don't understand the rules of proper English you won't know what effect your words are having on the audience that is aware of proper English (ok, more or less aware, not like I'm a pro or anything ). Inversely, if you can demonstrate that you know what you are doing, but decide not to, then the reader can appreciate the effect (or ask, WTF until they get it ) Whereas, if you know how to use the language properly then those who don't know won't care when you play with language, but will still enjoy getting off on your erotica. So, step one, make it a plainly readable paragraph.

(ooooh, Cordie and Ang are so gonna jump on my arse for this thread....woohoo! )

 

[Daisy May]

You said to write a paragraph. I threw words at you. Sorry, said again.

Here's my latest: (nothing to do with football players)

Look into my eyes
Just once.
Say the words you know
I long to hear,
With your lungs
Wanting to scream
Every time I’m near.

Don't be afraid, my love.
Expressing,
Showing tears
Won't make you less a man.

I feel your love
Each touch, whisper,
The way your head hangs
When you look at me
Like a puppy who appears lost.

The way you move your body
Against mine,
Thrusting your love inside
Though gentle,
Thinking I'm fragile
Like a porcelain doll.

I need to hear those words
Just once,
Every day if you can.
It won't make you less a man
Because darling,
Your heart is already beating
In the palm of my hand.

 

[HomerPindar]

I'd love to sit in on this class. I don't do erotic poetry well at all and would love some pointers. Shout if you need another prose example.

Sure! More the merrier - a regular orgy of poetry! (yeah, you can see why I picked this topic to teach, I get all the best sex references in my lesson plans )

Post'em if you got em!

 

[wildsweetone]

This is an except from an unfinished story of mine. If you'd like to use one or all of the paragraphs, please do.

Her fingers undid the buttons on his shirt, too aroused to linger. She pulled the shirt from his trousers and slid it off his shoulders. Her fingernails trailed his chest, over his shoulders, down his back. Her hands pulled his fit body close and she nibbled his ear lobe.

He shivered, pushed her away a little then rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Her eyes widened and he didn’t bother to hold back his grin. He kissed her again, unable to get enough of her fruity scent, her mint taste, then moved her backwards to the bed.

They collapsed on the bed, the canopy above shaking in knowing delight as he smothered her face in kisses. His hands moved over her body, mapping the valleys, caressing the curves. She delighted in the delicious sensation of his rippling stomach as her fingertips teased and tortured him.

He gasped and stilled as her fingers moved lower and he felt her warm hand holding him. She toyed then, enjoying the sensation of momentary power as her hand held him steady. Finally he groaned, reached up and unclipped her bra, throwing it away as he swiftly dealt with her panties. He laid her on her back then kissed her as his body poised and full of chained strength slipped into her welcoming warmth. Sam groaned, her eyes open, staring into his dark orbs as he gave her body time to adjust to him.

Without speaking he began moving, his body never leaving hers. He thrust into her as she held him, her fingers gripping his shoulders, little whimpers and moans escaping their lips.

Faster and harder he thrust. She gripped his shoulders and shuddered against his body crying out in ecstasy as a waterfall of light cascaded behind her closed eyelids in her body’s orgasm. Her essence enveloped him sending him into an orgasmic fall as his whole body spasmed in release. He collapsed onto her gasping to catch his breath, then slid to lie beside her gathering her close in his arms.

They lay unspeaking, her ear on his chest listening to his heartbeats gradual relaxation, his hands caressing her head.

When the blood stopped pounding in his ears, he opened his eyes, then stretched his body in its new found bliss. He squeezed her body, loving the feel of her soft skin against his.

 

[HomerPindar]

You said to write a paragraph. I threw words at you. Sorry, said again.

No need to apologize, this is all done with good intentions and the hope folks will be happy and confident in writing more erotica.

Besides, us single teacher types need a cheap thrill see

Now, it is hard to see the thoughts behind a bunch of words, hence why I asked for the paragraph. See, now ya gonna jump ahead! Bet you were the hyperactive one in class, huh?

Okie dokie, let's jump in on this one and play with it a bit

Here's my latest: (nothing to do with football players)

Look into my eyes
Just once.
Say the words you know
I long to hear,
With your lungs
Wanting to scream
Every time I’m near.

Don't be afraid, my love.
Expressing,
Showing tears
Won't make you less a man.

I feel your love
Each touch, whisper,
The way your head hangs
When you look at me
Like a puppy who appears lost.

The way you move your body
Against mine,
Thrusting your love inside
Though gentle,
Thinking I'm fragile
Like a porcelain doll.

I need to hear those words
Just once,
Every day if you can.
It won't make you less a man
Because darling,
Your heart is already beating
In the palm of my hand.

An overall tip for you young writers out there - action over thoughts and feelings, do, don't show.

Yeah yeah, my own stuff tends to be really tactile, but that's not why I'm suggesting that. It softens the impact of the words to tell about how they make you (or the reader) feel. Consider:

I felt like a million bucks.

to:

I stared at that lottery ticket for an hour.

Both win the lottery, but one doesn't really do the sensation of winning the lottery a whole lotta justice. (ok, maybe niether do, but then I've not won the lottery so pthhhhhtpt on that)

Why this long winded sidebar? Because, I don't want to tear apart your hard work, I want you to tear apart your hard work. I'm not going to attack anyone elses poetry if I can get you to attack your poetry all on your own.

This does two things (I hope) first: it keeps the 'teacher/student' relationship from feeling like a personal attack - specially important when trying to encourage new poets to work with thier hard found words, eh?

Second, I'm hoping it teaches the writer to be a reader. Pick those words after weighing each one, and measuring it's place in the poem.

That said, Daisy, do you think there are cases where you are showing results without doing the actions?

Second to this is commonality, if you use common words that's fine (I do it all the time myself) but if the emphisis of what you are aiming at relys on those common words the results will feel - well, common.

Making the common uncommon, or the uncommon common is art. I forget who it is that I'm stealing this quote from, but I'm sure one of the billiant ladies here will set me straight right quick

 

[Daisy May]

That was teaching? Come on, sock it to me!!

Hyperactive one in class? No. I actually fell asleep.

 

[HomerPindar]

This is an except from an unfinished story of mine. If you'd like to use one or all of the paragraphs, please do.

Woohoo! Epic Erotic Poetry Time!

Her fingers undid the buttons on his shirt, too aroused to linger. She pulled the shirt from his trousers and slid it off his shoulders. Her fingernails trailed his chest, over his shoulders, down his back. Her hands pulled his fit body close and she nibbled his ear lobe.

He shivered, pushed her away a little then rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Her eyes widened and he didn’t bother to hold back his grin. He kissed her again, unable to get enough of her fruity scent, her mint taste, then moved her backwards to the bed.

They collapsed on the bed, the canopy above shaking in knowing delight as he smothered her face in kisses. His hands moved over her body, mapping the valleys, caressing the curves. She delighted in the delicious sensation of his rippling stomach as her fingertips teased and tortured him.

He gasped and stilled as her fingers moved lower and he felt her warm hand holding him. She toyed then, enjoying the sensation of momentary power as her hand held him steady. Finally he groaned, reached up and unclipped her bra, throwing it away as he swiftly dealt with her panties. He laid her on her back then kissed her as his body poised and full of chained strength slipped into her welcoming warmth. Sam groaned, her eyes open, staring into his dark orbs as he gave her body time to adjust to him.

Without speaking he began moving, his body never leaving hers. He thrust into her as she held him, her fingers gripping his shoulders, little whimpers and moans escaping their lips.

Faster and harder he thrust. She gripped his shoulders and shuddered against his body crying out in ecstasy as a waterfall of light cascaded behind her closed eyelids in her body’s orgasm. Her essence enveloped him sending him into an orgasmic fall as his whole body spasmed in release. He collapsed onto her gasping to catch his breath, then slid to lie beside her gathering her close in his arms.

They lay unspeaking, her ear on his chest listening to his heartbeats gradual relaxation, his hands caressing her head.

When the blood stopped pounding in his ears, he opened his eyes, then stretched his body in its new found bliss. He squeezed her body, loving the feel of her soft skin against his.

Well, guess we can't really call this one a quicky, as it's a page of text. See, this is the problem with having such talented students, all of my cliche sex-lesson jokes are getting tosed out! Pout. Fair enough though, we'll call this a quicky cause that's what I have in mind for your first time - rough but a lot of fun. Congratulations, wildsweetone, you just had sex! Take a break, breath, smoke em if ya got em. Not so bad, but I bet you're ready for more. If all of that was a quicky though, this time, let's drag it out. Here is how...

Take any paragraph and break it up. Lucky you, you have two examples to work with, either check out Wicked Eve's little play on my words at the top of this thread, or take into consideration the paragraph I just wrote above reworked here:

Well,
guess we can't really call this one
a quicky,
as it's a page of text.

See, this is the problem
with having such talented students,
all my cliche sex-lesson jokes
are getting tossed out!

Pout.

Fair enough though,
we'll call this a quicky
cause that's what I have in mind for your first time
- rough but a lot of fun.

Congratulations,
wildsweetone, you just had sex!
Take a break,
breath,
smoke em if ya got em.

Not so bad,
but I bet you're ready for more.
If all of that was a quicky though,
this time,

let's drag it out.

Here is how...

Looks like poetry, huh? You might find yourself only putting in line breaks with punctuation. That's fine. Maybe you decide to put a break after every "him" - that's fine too. Play with it a bit, no rush.

Line breaks and stanza breaks (those blank lines between parts of your poem) are a visual emphisis, or they can be. By putting "Pout." as a stanza on it's own I'm paying particular attention to it. By putting "let's drag it out." an extra line down from the earlier stanza if putting emphisis on the idea of dragging it out.

Hey, I never claimed to be brilliant here, so yeah, maybe it is obvious - but after a few hundred years it still works. Amazing that.

So, next, do it all over again (baby!) only this time,
drag

it

out.

 

[HomerPindar]

That was teaching? Come on, sock it to me!!

Hyperactive one in class? No. I actually fell asleep.

I'm still waiting for you to answer the question

 

[BooMerengue]

This is an except from an unfinished story of mine. If you'd like to use one or all of the paragraphs, please do.

Hey SkinnyHomerSittingOnThreePhonebooks! (sorry- that image will be with me forever now! lol)

and Hiya WSO!! Yeahhh, it's meeeee!!

Care if I play with you? Right here? In public? Homer can coach/referee! lol

Faster and harder he thrust. She gripped his shoulders and shuddered against his body crying out in ecstasy as a waterfall of light cascaded behind her closed eyelids in her body’s orgasm. Her essence enveloped him sending him into an orgasmic fall as his whole body spasmed in release. He collapsed onto her gasping to catch his breath, then slid to lie beside her gathering her close in his arms.

Faster, harder he thrust
she gripping his shoulders
shuddering against his body
crying out in a waterfall of ecstasy
light cascading behind closed eyelids
essence enveloping him into orgasmic fall
his body spasming in release

Thats just your words, WSO. I didn't add any- just replaced 'ed' with 'ing' to give it immediacy.

Whaddya think?? (she said with trepidation...)

 

[Daisy May]

That said, Daisy, do you think there are cases where you are showing results without doing the actions?


A question to a question. Please speak better english. It's getting late and I want you to give me some constructive criticism. In other words, I didn't understand that. ((gets more caffeine))

Here, let me put it to you this way. I like all sorts of poetry. But one thing that is very important to me is that the reader doesn't have to drill their brain trying to figure out what the heck the poet is trying to say. I didn't name this here, but what did you get from the poem? What is the author trying to say? Tell me how I can improve if you feel there's a need.

And, can I proof-read yours when you're done with mine?

Not being a smartass. I like having fun =)

 

[tarablackwood22]

Hi, Daisy.

I think what Homer is saying is that the phrases and images you used in your poem were a bit too commonplace to pack a punch for the reader, that they need to more startling and fresh.

Something new, that will catch the reader's imagination and interest.

 

[Daisy May]

Hi, Daisy.

I think what Homer is saying is that the phrases and images you used in your poem were a bit too commonplace to pack a punch for the reader, that they need to more startling and fresh.

Something new, that will catch the reader's imagination and interest.

Yes, a bit too common, I understand that. Many, I'm sure have gone through this. I think I'm understanding correctly. <-with a question mark. But it came from my heart, and if someone would say "it sucked", I just couldn't change it. It was something for me. Many more to come though. And, hello back =)

Where's that teach????

 

[HomerPindar]

oooh, cookie to Tara!

C'mon now Daisy, it's not just write, its also read

Want specifics, okie dokie (but this is a quicky, cause I'm ready for bed here )

Look into my eyes
Just once.
Say the words you know
I long to hear,
With your lungs
Wanting to scream
Every time I’m near.

"Look"? why not gaze? stare? remain beholden to?
"into my eyes" well, certainly not going to stick needles into them, that would hurt and hardly be erotic. Ok, not erotic for ME - you folks into sticking things into eyes for your kicks can go write your own poetry.
"Say the words you know" Now see here, if I knew the words already I wouldn't be reading your poem, right?
"I long to hear," I've died over an AV tonight, longing aint all that impressive You want me to feel your desperation, I want you gasping for breath after begging for life at my feet.
"With your lungs" now, I know most computers auto capitalize, but it still bugs me when I see it - that aside, what are you doing with your lungs here? um, with his lungs, no, wait, you don't hear from the lungs do you? See, the problem here is as much the comma (HA, got that second M this time Cordie! ) as anything.
"Wanting to scream" if you want to scream I want my ears ringing with the sound of it - don't want, SCREAM!
"Every time I'm near." How about that last time when I dropped my hot coffee in my lap just 'cause you walked past? Hey, *I* would remember that - wouldn't you?

Now, on the flip side, do all of these words have to change?

NO! Gawds, no. But the ones you keep have to carry the punch and intention you want, and with so few words, every word has the chance to carry a punch. You have lines here that don't hit home - or even set up the next line.

And, in the final, chances are you still will have lines that don't hit home. That's ok, just so long as they are far fewer than the lines that really work.

Ok, enough violence in my metaphors, I'm going to bed

 

[Daisy May]

oooh, cookie to Tara!

C'mon now Daisy, it's not just write, its also read

Want specifics, okie dokie (but this is a quicky, cause I'm ready for bed here )

Look into my eyes
Just once.
Say the words you know
I long to hear,
With your lungs
Wanting to scream
Every time I’m near.

"Look"? why not gaze? stare? remain beholden to?
"into my eyes" well, certainly not going to stick needles into them, that would hurt and hardly be erotic. Ok, not erotic for ME - you folks into sticking things into eyes for your kicks can go write your own poetry.
"Say the words you know" Now see here, if I knew the words already I wouldn't be reading your poem, right?
"I long to hear," I've died over an AV tonight, longing aint all that impressive You want me to feel your desperation, I want you gasping for breath after begging for life at my feet.
"With your lungs" now, I know most computers auto capitalize, but it still bugs me when I see it - that aside, what are you doing with your lungs here? um, with his lungs, no, wait, you don't hear from the lungs do you? See, the problem here is as much the comma (HA, got that second M this time Cordie! ) as anything.
"Wanting to scream" if you want to scream I want my ears ringing with the sound of it - don't want, SCREAM!
"Every time I'm near." How about that last time when I dropped my hot coffee in my lap just 'cause you walked past? Hey, *I* would remember that - wouldn't you?

Now, on the flip side, do all of these words have to change?

NO! Gawds, no. But the ones you keep have to carry the punch and intention you want, and with so few words, every word has the chance to carry a punch. You have lines here that don't hit home - or even set up the next line.

And, in the final, chances are you still will have lines that don't hit home. That's ok, just so long as they are far fewer than the lines that really work.

Ok, enough violence in my metaphors, I'm going to bed

LOL! That's good =) Maybe I'll revise this tomorrow and see what I can do. It will probably be posted but I'm shutting off the votes till I can make it a little stronger and more meaningful/deeper to the reader.

Off to bed. Thanks again!

 

[wildsweetone]

Okay let's see here... paragraph one...

Her fingers undid the buttons on his shirt, too aroused to linger. She pulled the shirt from his trousers and slid it off his shoulders. Her fingernails trailed his chest, over his shoulders, down his back. Her hands pulled his fit body close and she nibbled his ear lobe.

Her fingers undid
the buttons on his shirt, too
aroused to linger. She
pulled the shirt from
his trousers, slid
it off his shoulders.
Fingernails trailed his
chest, over his
shoulders,
down his back. Her
hands pulled his
fit body close, she
nibbled his
ear
lobe.

I feel the urge to drop words. grr Only changing line lengths - trying again.

Her fingers
undid
the buttons on his shirt
too aroused to linger

She
pulled the shirt
from
his trousers, and
slid it off his
shoulders.

Her
fingernails
trailed his
chest

over

his shoulders

down

his
back

Her hands
pulled
his fit
body close

and

she nibbled

his

ear lobe.


Ohhh gosh. I see what you mean about dragging the action out. That's really neat!

I still have this awful urge to purge words Homer, though perhaps not as many as I first was inclined to (which is an improvement, it means that the flow would be smoother I think).

How am I doing so far?


#

Boo!!!!! Hiya sweetheart! I love what you've done with that paragraph!

...except 'waterfall of ecstasy' is that a cliche?

...and you've gone and taken words out! You wicked woman you! :lol: I want to do that but Sir ( ) hasn't given the go ahead yet!

 

[Cerriwiden]

Like this?

She Stoops to Conquer

She stands before him
eyes cast down
in sleeveless dress
her long arms
bare-skinned silken
flesh close enough
for him to breathe her
fragrant smooth hair

fresh

Her eyes cast down

Essence
of a lemon grove
Palermo warm
and green top note
fading to a white-washed sea
of scent a tangy ocean taste
below then musky forest

elemental

woman earth is powerful
yet eyes cast down

and sly
delighted knowing
smile on curving lips
points teasing fabric
shifting arc of hips
she stands before him
still and silent
eyes cast down
but offering a fury
barely under check

her breath soft
whisper answers

Yes.

 

[BooMerengue]

Re: Like this?

She Stoops to Conquer

She stands before him
eyes cast down
in sleeveless dress
her long arms
bare-skinned silken
flesh close enough
for him to breathe her
fragrant smooth hair

fresh

Her eyes cast down

Essence
of a lemon grove
Palermo warm
and green top note
fading to a white-washed sea
of scent a tangy ocean taste
below then musky forest

elemental

woman earth is powerful
yet eyes cast down

and sly
delighted knowing
smile on curving lips
points teasing fabric
shifting arc of hips
she stands before him
still and silent
eyes cast down
but offering a fury
barely under check

her breath soft
whisper answers

Yes.

Freekin' showoff...

 

[HomerPindar]

Hey SkinnyHomerSittingOnThreePhonebooks! (sorry- that image will be with me forever now! lol)

LoL, great - This is from another website where I'm yet another regular - The Pennsic reference is an annual camping trip that is the mutual reason we all visit this website:

"Outside of Pennsic I'm a three foot hunchback dwarf with a large wart problem, hooked nose, a really bad french accent (that I cannot duplicate otherwise) and body odor. You can no doubt understand why I look forward to Pennsic so much._"

All this to explain my fit of laughter that you can't hear anyways.

and Hiya WSO!! Yeahhh, it's meeeee!!

Care if I play with you? Right here? In public? Homer can coach/referee! lol

Faster and harder he thrust. She gripped his shoulders and shuddered against his body crying out in ecstasy as a waterfall of light cascaded behind her closed eyelids in her body’s orgasm. Her essence enveloped him sending him into an orgasmic fall as his whole body spasmed in release. He collapsed onto her gasping to catch his breath, then slid to lie beside her gathering her close in his arms.

Faster, harder he thrust
she gripping his shoulders
shuddering against his body
crying out in a waterfall of ecstasy
light cascading behind closed eyelids
essence enveloping him into orgasmic fall
his body spasming in release

Thats just your words, WSO. I didn't add any- just replaced 'ed' with 'ing' to give it immediacy.

Whaddya think?? (she said with trepidation...) [/B]

That's the idea, which I do think she's got in a later post

So, if ya gonna play Boo, ya gonna be a good girl and bring your own toys too?

 

[HomerPindar]

LOL! That's good =) Maybe I'll revise this tomorrow and see what I can do. It will probably be posted but I'm shutting off the votes till I can make it a little stronger and more meaningful/deeper to the reader.

Off to bed. Thanks again!

By all means, take your time! I'm not gonna rush good sex

Now, in an earlier post you also mentioned:

Yes, a bit too common, I understand that. Many, I'm sure have gone through this. I think I'm understanding correctly. <-with a question mark. But it came from my heart, and if someone would say "it sucked", I just couldn't change it. It was something for me. Many more to come though. And, hello back =)

Yes, what I call the Hallmark of Erotica, something between a hallmark card and erotic, is a very common stage. It gets very commong responses, "That's nice." It is NOT bad, it's nice. (for many, nice is worse than sucked)

Couldn't change what? What you felt? Gawds, I would hope not! keep those feelings fresh!

But, if you're not willing to change the words you're not ready to grow as a poet.

The problem is not in what you felt, but in making others feel it. We've all experienced something that we understood as love, or at least lust on a good night. As a reader though, we want to remember, sitting at our desk, keyboard in front of us, eyes staring at the monitor...so, make us forget we look pretty geeky slumped in our chairs staring at a monitor like that, please?

Perhaps a different approach, something to play with as you edit, eh? Describe the word SKIN without using any word that starts with the letter S.
No soft, no smooth, no supple or subtle, and sensual is straight out. Steamy? No. Sexy? Nope. Oh, yeah, and no skin either.