by SweetOblivion
It seems that every time I read one of your erotic poems I say to myself, "This is the best yet."
The sestet has a climax to it in more ways than one:
"An afterworld, beyond that little death,/To which he will succumb, when she won't stem/The flow of his excitement...." erupts if you'll excuse the pun.
Outstanding IMO
it wasn't till i read this a second time that i even noticed the syllables count and structure. nice write!
these, i found both sensual, imaginative, and cleverly constructed:
let him tense
And find his heart-beat surging, see she's wrapped
Her tongue around the eagerness she's mapped
With her lips and her mind - a recompense;
The taste that washes round - an afterthought,
An afterworld, beyond that little death,
This looks more like, running over the same ground for you, a blow job sonnet. Anything different? Some of it shall we say-cliched, or very nearly so.
Tired words arranged very nicely. One of the advantages of keeping the meter. BTW I posted a link in a thread called Machines, check it out.
I didn't vote, you won't need it.
Nice poem but isn't "little death" something of a cliche?
Aren't these two lines contradictory?
"She will not hold her breath, which is as well,
For he'd not suffocate her with his need;"
I have to say I missed it at first because the poem flowed and its easy to be seduced into ignoring it.