The Passionate Poet...a poetry place.

[ariosto]

It doesn't look like much, this old storefront off a back alley near the Café Americain. A few tables and chairs, a small stage, a three legged stool and a spotlight.
But here within a few days LITS greatest poets will display their talents.
There is no cover charge and the coffee is free. Drinks you have to pay for.

Any poem, no matter how long or short, no matter if it rhymes or not is welcomed as long as it is in our beloved erotic genre. Meaning it should stir the blood somehow in a sensual way.
And of course be an original work by the poster.

Periodicaly contests with tremendous prizes will be announced.

Pull up a cushion, fill your mugs and listen.

Please keep banter to a minimum...this is the poet's showcase.


Thanks,
Ari

 

[Maid of Marvels]

In the Place Where All Our Dreams Begin...

On a bed of fragrant juniper,
Beneath a canopy of silvered boughs
Safe in your arms, the hours pass.
The world falls away as
the night flashes into quiet kisses
and gentle caresses of butterfly wings
Our hearts locked together, drifting
Lost in the timelessness of passion

...In the place where all our dreams begin

 

[ariosto]

In The Sweet July

In the dark I listen to the burning words
and cannot speak to them.

My mind is made of pictures not of sounds
It has always been that way.

In the dark I turn away from bruising words
and with my hands
wring visions
in reply....


First Vision

ITALIA MI AMORE 1927

Blue Bugatti
Engine like a storm
Picnic basket
Prepared by white nailed hands
Trimmed carefully to tease
And cut

Summer in the Campagna...
Il Duce lords the day
Puccini rules the night
A yellow dress full of sunlight
Long legs ...a sculptors dream
On the leather seat
Beside me.
Red lips full to kiss and do
We are off!

Rome left in factory haze behind us
Narrow curving road
Curving leg and thigh
My hand caresses
Through the vining hills and
The piazzas of small towns
Until we stop
And meet the Maestro
At the little restaurant
Cool wine and fresh spring water
He wants your voice he says
Your art for his.
But you hold back...Do not commit
And we leave him wondering
Who shall play la Turandot
On Saturday nights this Fall

Now it rains
Softly falling
Wipers push the drops away
"Mountain roads can be dangerous."
You smile and gesture towards
The small town on the hill
We stop.
An ancient inn behind a cobblestone courtyard
Full of puddles ...glistening stones
Rounded by time
The greybeard keeper
Totters over
Smiles and gives us keys for
Two rooms, adjoining
And smiles again

Later
I watch you bathe...golden skin
Shines wet in candle light
My hands can feel the soft curves
Of your body
The texture of your skin
They want to...
It is a vision after all
And so they do
Touch you warm you caress you
Glide gently feeling
Everwhere
Until you laugh
And kiss me

The night is full
Of moonlight
And the sounds
Of lovers
Blending
In the warm sheets
Of the little inn
In the Roman Campagna
In the sweet July of
1927





This poem in spite of the setting and the references does refer very much to an affair of the heart which I once had. It was written for that Lady and I will always wish her well.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

The sight of him excited me
The sound of his voice stirred me
The feel of his hands enflamed me
The taste of his skin drove me
His body commanding mine pushed me
The ecstacy of our explosion showed me
eternity.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Down to the Nitty Grits and Gravy

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I feel the wave of pain,
I am unable to look at you.
My heart contracts in sorrow.
Looking into your eyes,
Would have destroyed me at that moment.
You erected shields,
Isolating yourself.
Your words,
Delivered with the force of a physical slap.
Your feelings,
Sink into me like a well-deserved punishment.
You hold my heart in the palm of your hand.


The only sound you hear as I walk away is a faint tinkle of laughter, much like breaking glass...

 

[Honey_B]

A Seperation -

I linger, a word, a name
Upon your lips. You breathe me in,
And exhale me again as
You repeat my name.
Your lips, my lips thus seal
My name inside your body.
My name is now immortalized.
Your eyes reel in my image.
I am cycled through your entirety:
Your soul, your heart, your mind.
My image inside of yours.
Blink...
I am forever locked within you.
I flow through your body
Like the blood inside your veins.
My image inside of you
Gives life to our bond.
This cycle of yours
Repeats inside of me.
Our bodies are two
And separate structures. Castles,
Bound by a moat,
As an ocean lies between us.

 

[kitsuke]

Dammit, I'm doing this.

I dedicate thisnext bit of tripe to everyone who makes the cafe (and now here) what it is. Thank you all.

Limericka Celebratum

A club that we all know as Ari's.
The place why it's quite the safari.
Cigars, spies and books,
the gals' stunning looks,
pass it up and you'll be very sorry.

A Lord through and through Ariosto.
You can see it in every post, oh.
His dashing profile,
his glamour and style,
make him every girls man with the most, oh!

A sweet little girl HoneyB.
In stature she's said to be wee.
But doubt the fire in her eyes,
or the one 'tween her thighs,
then you'll never in paradise be.

Regular guy Jehanox-y.
Presents us a strange paradox, eh.
At times fumblish and faulting,
others dashing and vaunting,
makes me wonder if his act is all moxy.

The pretty and wonderful Basia.
A creature of mythic Fantasia.
With dark lashes deep,
and giggles in peaks,
one short look and she already has ya.

A guy with class known just as Stirling.
came to the dark club bright an' early.
Been gone for a bit,
how we've missed his sly wit.
Oh, how bad ye had lasses heads whirling!

The tempting and sexy gal Faith.
Luscious bod ne'er mistaked for a waif.
She'll toss out her hip,
wi' that distraction ye'll slip,
an' she'll comfort yer poor tender ache.

Unique in all ways Horace, Third.
Dapper as the emperor birds.
Soon he'll have guru rights,
keep ladies up in the nights,
and be prized as one gifted with words.

Such a beautiful lass, Maid Marvel.
Ignore her and yer quite horrible.
Soft curves and bright smile,
make ye gape slack-jawed while,
your shot at a smooth line goes to hell.

Oh ,so dashing and smooth our Swashbuckler.
His actions and deeds be no luckier,
than you, me or she,
it's his skill that we see,
that makes women his willing night's, eh, you know the word folks.

Our barmistress fair, Sexy Chele.
Confounds men with bosomy swell.
The drinks she supplies,
and twinkle of her eyes,
make her loved by all those who would dwell.

Gifted with verse, known as Raven.
CG moniker makes for no maven.
Line by line he'll seduce,
til she's quiverin' an' loose,
then he'll take his sweet prize as she's cravin'.

Grace through and through, Miss Tehari.
Her looks get your libido to sparring,
with your sense of the right,
til you can't look fer fright,
that she'll wink and ye'll ne'er make a recov'ry.

No pirate John Silver is suave Cap'n B.
His manners and etiquette are lessons fer ye.
His keen cutlass and rake,
do short, pained lessons make,
of cads who would disturb his lady.

The cute figure of Moneytalks,
many men have had to take walks,
after swinging her rump,
cross the room with a bump,
has caused hardness contending with rocks.

Our new guy in town Exosus.
Experienced before he knows us.
His quick fingers and keys,
makes no doubt that he leaves,
no tryst without pleasing her lust.

Hear her growl and ye've crossed TygerEyez,
her straight stare will brook ye no lies.
Tell her quick how she's fair,
else ye just may be her fare,
when yer supped make ye sure it's 'tween thighs.

Verse upon verse gives Rashid,
in talent no quivering reed.
His prose rolls from the lips,
like the bow of a ship,
parting water that welcomes the deed.

Royalty watches from afar, fair Queen Mab.
Ply her skillfully and a moment ye'll nab.
Make your time with her worth it,
and her pleasures ye'll surfeit,
as she weaves her words driving ye mad.

Silky sleek and so deadly the Huntress.
Her body count lies in the hundreds.
Lads all good and brave,
who succumbed to her ways,
and were lost in the passion relentless.

A lout and a cad, this Kitsuke.
A churl, and a cur, and a knave.
His tongue in cheek thoughts,
his messing with plots,
will bring him an untimely grave!



PS-I deeply apologize if I forgot anyone! I was brainfried by the end of it and couldn't think of anyone else. Please PM me if I didn't get you, I'll put you in I swear!

 

[Swashbuckler]

The silloette in the doorway
You're the mummy of the sheets
wound and bound, at peace
I glide across the darkness
Sliding next to you
Head lifting, lips move to speak
My hand on your cheek
My lips silencing you
We Kiss

Escaped arm seeking
To capture my neck
Dueling tongues
of fiery passion seek
I tear bonds from your flesh
Closing against you
Fingers in my hair, swarm to nest
Hand to breast, caress
Kiss Breaks

The thigh raises to entrap
My hip in its grip
Rolling as one
seeking that central core
My metal against your silk
Pausing to see
The Love seething in your eyes
The invitaiton, unspoken
We Join

 

[kitsuke]

beauty bound
in darkest night
love unfound
absence of light

ebon patch of dark desire
gather now all round the fire
on this eve shall ye be told
tales of tragic years of old

once a man so right and pure
crafted plan that must endure
thwarting plots of evil reign
tendered justice, noble thane

back slunk darkness in defeat
into holes and wells replete
with whispered promises of return
bide it's time and wait and yearn

once he spied the fairest maiden
out came darkness, venom laden
approaching girl with threat of sin
til she submit and lay within

now in the darkness bound and pale
our aged hero hears the tale
helm and shield, breastplate and tabard
bright blade slid home in it's scabbard

down in dungeon heart so fell
descent to evil's heartbeat quell
finding maid in labrynth deep
struck by beauty of her sleep

compulsion o'erwhelming honour
a touch and maiden's cheek do colour
wakefulness at last returning
hot desire for rescuer burning

embracing now in passion's thrall
cries of love ring through dark hall
as maiden's eyes with evil flash
and warrior feels the scourge and lash

betrayal, anguish in his eyes
his love now evil's treasured prize
the sword he draws with heavy heart
cruel buries it in her and parts

he leaves her in the chamber pinned
by holy blade, it's light now dimmed
tears now course his cheek unchecked
his beard with age and whiteness flecked

his love is lost to the dark eternal
her soul now bound to deeds infernal
the man so great now looks to grave
yearns for release from life's cruel klaive

beauty bound
in darkest night
love unfound
absence of light

 

[Honey_B]

The Essence of Love

Love, like liquid, flows from me,
Upon your lips to spill,
Its sticky sweetness, light as silk,
To melt you to my will.

Love, like liquid, flows from me,
Your tongue is there to capture,
My essence, oily, waterproof,
Consuming, oozing, rapture.

Love, like liquid, flows from me,
A luminescent glowing,
Legs entangled, arms enmeshed,
Reeling, feeling, knowing.

Another poem from the crazy beatnik persona of Honey J. Bee

 

[Julian]

Dreamer's Desires

Julian shuffled up to the mike, leaving his coffee behind, nervous as his tongue suddenly dried up in his mouth. His bulky, 6'2 frame rebounded on the floor of the small stage, as he watched the previous poet leave to a flurry of applause. He felt the heat of the poem, the audience in silhouttes in front of him, orange & black and plenty talkative.

"Good evening all", he said, "my name is Julian and this is for a special lady...I hope she knows how wonderful she is to me..."


Dreamer's Desires


An electric kiss across the miles
She's there, I'm here
21hundred plus the air fare's a
bigger bill than six months of a/c in Texas!
But you know I'm craving her so much more
than asterisk and emoticons:
soft skin
smooth and supple
under our fingertips,
that's where I'd want to be.
I want to see her flesh goosebump,
the flared and rolling hips,
her anxious, slippery mouth
crying out in pleasure,
a mask of reckless abandon.
Eyes pinched shut in the
throes of desire.
Her mouth slack and gasping as the
flood of desires empties from
her body to her mouth.
Our tongues do a dance, spinning and
swlirling around one another,
purple prose cacti on the
electronic highway.
Both of you imagine the exchange
of breath after the scanned photos arrive.
It's all in your minds,
all in your hearts.
Nowhere else.
21hundred plus to see her
To feel
To touch
To make your dreams come true.
To make her passions run wild.
She's so uninhibited.
Imperfections are moot for she still cares.
Her name for you is Sweetheart despite you being a pig-man.
You both want the heart
and the bodies that go with them.
The passion, the fear, the joy,
the embrace, the yearning...
The quenching of the Soul.
21hundred plus airfare
to a Dream.

Thank you all for listening...good night...

 

[NightWhispers]

The Dance

Caressing………...
Gentle hands on skin
Kissing…………..
Tender upon my lips
Exploring………..
Careful in all detail
Smelling…………
Sweetly our scents combined
Hearing………….
Softly the words of love
Searching…………
Mindful of desires untold

Rocking………….
Slowly against his loins
Wanting………….
Desp’rate bodies to connect
Pressing………….
Firmly nakedness of flesh
Aching……………
Deeply within the soul
Pulsing……………
Rapid courses blood through veins
Needing…………..
Quickly to extinguish flames

Pushing……………
Swiftly through my domain
Tugging……………
Roughly at tight pink buds
Thrusting………….
Faster as two become one
Groaning…………..
Loudly into still night
Throbbing…………
Tightly into my cavity
Surging……………
Mighty river inside

Screaming………..
Wildly at such enrapture
Slowing…………..
Wanton lust is fulfilled
Breathing…………
Tiring from this exertion
Smiling……………
Broadly at love’s fruition
Wrapping…………
Easy arms about me
Resting……………
Cozy nestled beside him

 

[kitsuke]

twilight to sunlight


soft comes the evening
her hair as silken as the twilight
spilling down her shoulders
a dark waterfall of tempting allure

silently comes the night
the light of the moon paling next to her eyes
casting her luminous gaze over me
my knees weaken under that enchanting stare

brilliant comes the dawn
her face radiant in it's shining rays
failing myself and self-control I cry out
the glory of her beauty overwhelming

 

[NightWhispers]

I would just like to comment on Kitsuke's last poem if I may do that here!! If it is not allowed, I apologize!!

Kitsuke, I can tell by this poem that you are a true lover of women. It is a very beautiful piece indeed. I admire the talent and the sentiment. Keep on writing!

 

[queen-mab]

I think it is entirely appropriate to comment here on a poem which you find moving, NightWhispers. And very thoughtful of you too. I agree that Kitsuke has written something very evocative and tender. It gives me a kind of glow to know that there are still men who look at women that way.

And also to know that there are people who will take the time in the midst of a busy day to praise a poet.

*smiles*

And a poet I am not, but here is my humble contribution.

Gloriana

And when I was free I flew as a hawk through wild places.
I was rigid in the carapace of my fear.
Storms took me and I was taken unwilling.
My screams went unheard in the silence of the wastes.
But one day I awoke to the tenderness of the Falconer's hand.
I ate of the meat,
and felt the jesses tightened.
He would not let me sleep
but night after night took me to the gates of delirium
where I danced for His pleasure
and crossed into realms of fire.
He made me thirst for the sky
that was in His soul.
I fought, as wild things fight,
with talons and teeth and savage fury.
With tenderness He met me.
With love He healed me.
With passion He nourished me,
though I wounded Him time and again.
I strained against my chains in the mornings when I woke
for pride was strong within me.
Yet for these same chains I begged in the fever of each night
for my need was stronger still.
Each time He allowed me His love,
His beautiful love which like a river gleamed
in the desert of my exile.
Away from Him my empty heart was a burden.
Away from Him my freedom was a prison.
Thus I learned how a Man could be Master.
Thus I learned what it was to be slave.

The above was written in 1997, but remains very dear to my heart.

 

[NightWhispers]

Queen...I believe that your poem is undoubtly one of the best pieces I have ever read. It shall remain dear to my heart also!!

BRAVO!!!!!!!

I still hear the words echoing inside of me touching me to my very core!! Thank you for sharing it with us!!!

 

[queen-mab]

Ohhhh, thanks NightWhispers! You will make me blush.
*gives you a tight hug*

 

[SexyChele]

For Julian....

What can a girl say in a situation such as this? it's beautiful, hon, truly. I knew you were talented, but not to this degree.

Thank you - I am deeply touched and honored, sweetheart.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...I'm very happy to see these works!
We are all sensualists here I beleive and in these lovely poems that fact flows through like sweet honey.
Thank you all and a fresh pot is on the stove, keep them coming...

 

[kitsuke]

God.. thank you for posting that Mab... I believe I need to wipe my eye now. All of you are doing such a great job with this.. please post as much and a often as you can.

 

[kitsuke]

promise wrought from lips
pleasure to be had oh yes
ah, sweet victory


(sorry, just a quick celebratory haiku, on with your regular programming)

 

[Guest]

a quick cup in wonder

I stopped into this place for a quick cup a'.

I watch in wonder as the artists, the authors paint pictures, assault the senses and evoke emotion with little more than the typed word!

Beautiful work, everyone! Please, continue

Oops! Didn't register again....

~Applause from MissTaken ~ (a fledgling, closet writer)

 

[queen-mab]

Kitsuke, your ever-expanding repertoire of varied poetic forms never ceases to amaze me. Can an erotic sonnet be far behind?

*a wink and a kiss on the unsuspecting cheek of Kitsuke*

And you, MissTaken -- let us see if we cannot drag you out of that closet!

 

[kitsuke]

*blushes* Do that much more Mab and I may change the course of this thread. *winks*

Um, anyway, please, someone post somthing else, I am currently combing through all my old writing looking for something that wouldn't cause a mortician to blanche. That and trying to jumpstart my muse with a couple of live high capacity power lines... anyhow, Please post! All this stuff is great!

 

[Sweetp4u]

givin' it a shot

Romance's Dance


Tenderness
Sweet touch.
Breath quickens
So much.
Soft kisses,
No chance.
Romance's lasting dance.

Soft sounds,
Warm skin.
Where the pleasure begins.

Moaned words,
No rush.
Romance's loving touch.

Wrapped arms,
Hold tight.
Pleasure given,
Just right.
Soft music,
candle light.
Romance's sweetend delight.

Shooting stars,
Sweaty skin.
Soft sweet smiles,
Love's in.
Let the dancing begin.

Loving words,
Spoken right.
Blissful touch,
All night.
Moving with romance.
the lover's delight.