- Erotic Poetry
- I Surrender, Dear
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"I Surrender, Dear" (Clifford-Barris)
Monk was hammering it on his piano as he
made you stand in front of him and undress,
shred after tasteful shred.
The long zip sighed, opening
tooth by tooth and the
flowered silk dress shucked to reveal
the balconnet bra, black and
matching your hold-ups,
your aching nipples and that
you'd shaved.
"Everything"—one simple word
so shaming and arousing: all
your effort strewn about his unhoovered floor.
Embarrased and determined—
what would your husband think?
Would he be here, if he knew, to watch
your feet waving in the air
like white flags?
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 13 years agoSuch an atmosphere you have devised here, in so few words, and layered over it, the poet's tenderness invoking the reality of the interlude. Beautiful.
avrgblkgrlalmost 14 years agoI wish I was more articulate. But, I can only describe poems by the way they make me feel. This poem is sexy! The strong influence of the alpha male comes in right from the start. At first, I thought it was the actual energy of the music that created the tone, but the music is echoing him. And he wants "everything"--a pull stronger than matrimony. Watching her succumb (no matter how well she tried to prepare)... very erotic. The last two lines are priceless.
