Liquid Pleasure
You and me
On the rock, dissolving
In the soft moonlight
Your back arched
In pregnant pleasure
Framing the tangent
Between light and shadow
Me on my back
Watching you stretch
My (simple) name
In ecstatic amplitude
A magical night
Of unnoticed union
In lambent woods
—–
Your hands
Instruments of pleasure
Building towers of tension
Interlocked
In your perfect groove
I stretch and turn
To taste your
Upper hardened softness
And then
The intimate exudation
In the pristine folds
Of my handy companion
—–
Picture this!
My tongue
Tracing the wet outlines
Of your liquid lips
My fingers flowing along
Your softened curves
And then
My body enveloping yours
With the comfortable heat
Of my rising sensuality
November 12th, 2005 | Quote
Nicole: me? a tease? I dont even know what that word means…*grins*
November 12th, 2005 | Quote
you tease us! :)
October 14th, 2005 | Quote
Jai: *smiles*
:A: thank you…
October 11th, 2005 | Quote
Beautiful sensual imagery.
October 11th, 2005 | Quote
I think i would prefer creative obscurity to feverish imagination,:)
October 10th, 2005 | Quote
Jai: interesting point that…however, in my case I can sometimes describe things as intensely as if I’ve experienced them even if, in reality, I’ve not experienced them…so in some cases some of my poems could be fiction..products of my feverish imagination if I may use that term! *winks*
October 10th, 2005 | Quote
No, it does nt. But you really cannot expect me to describe an experience, say, that of listening to Ustad Zakir Hussain perform japthal in 10 beats, based on what i have read in the reviews or based on some one else’s description of it,
being real describes the way you idea of an experience, your voyage through it, but for me as a reader, like you said, it would nt really matter if i did not know you. but the fact here is that i do.
October 9th, 2005 | Quote
Mermaid: yes, this was written with an intent towards ‘double-entendre’ as the French so elegantly put it…am pleased that the words could do something to you, thats the best compliment you can pay me!
Jai: thank you…tell me how does it matter if it is fiction or real? will being real make it more authentic and better? or if it was fiction take away some voyeuristic element from it and make it more distant?
yvaine, SilverMoon, transience, Brood Mode, rusty: thank you
Extempore: thank you for the lovely words and feedback…I can see why you think it is jarring (no offence taken at all…you can be very frank here)…but in a way that was precisely what I was aiming for…without revealing too much, it serves as a break between two different things and moments…you have to understand that I sometimes mix and match poems from two very different time periods….
…no I hadn’t read cummings…as I keep telling people I’ve hardly read any poetry (afterall I’m a biologist!)…somehow have never felt the urge or need to read poetry in a big way…I just pick up bits and pieces here and there and when like you someone recommends something…that was a nice poem but somehow it didn’t touch me as much as it has obviously touched you…of course this is only after one reading so I must read it again…
October 9th, 2005 | Quote
Lovely… visual and gentle. You are wonderful with erotica. One thing and I may be way off the base here but the “Picture this!” in the third section is a little jarring esp given the delicacy of the whole poem. Am sorry if I offend.
You reminded me very much of a favourite poem by a favourite poet. Perhaps you would like to check it out when you get a chance, that is if you don’t already know it. :) It’s called “somewhere i have never travelled gladly beyond” by e.e cummings.
October 7th, 2005 | Quote
Pleasure indeed!
October 7th, 2005 | Quote
paints a beautiful romatic picture!
October 7th, 2005 | Quote
erotica i can taste with such tender anticipation. lovely.
October 7th, 2005 | Quote
Flows and ripples like a river- lovely words of experience
October 7th, 2005 | Quote
Ah, so fluid and beautiful.
October 7th, 2005 | Quote
Good one matey! Not fiction right?
October 6th, 2005 | Quote
“And then
My body enveloping yours
With the comfortable heat
Of my rising sensuality”
I could interpret this in several ways, which is (what I believe) to be the talent of erotica. It sent all kinds of electricity through me, but then again, my hormones are also on overdrive.