- Erotic Poetry
- Bruises Paint My Body
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Click hereBruises paint my body
Sweet dull aches
Each a tender memory
Of forbidden desires
Pain fueling the fires
Of quick burning passion
Of smoldering obsession
Each pain sharper than the last
Each pain etching its passing
Across my body
Voices low and throaty
Breaths, gasps and moaning
Wrists held in a vise grip of fingers
Hair wrapped hand holds head immobile
Insistent mouth holds lips hostage
Bodies twined together
Hard and soft snaked around each other
Teeth sunk in sweet flesh
Bone ground against sinew
Starbursts of pleasure and pain
Bloom like hothouse flowers
Heady, dizzying, whirling, swirling
Pleasure from pain
Calm from a cacophony of senses
Peace from surrender
- COMMENTS
tazz317over 11 years agobut that is a WAG on my part. Adios TK U MLJ LV NV
tazz317over 11 years agoARE YOU AWARE, ONE CAN SELF FLAGELATE THEMSELVE WITH PAIN FOR IT TO BECOME AN ORGASM OR A CLIMATIC EJACULATION. ....ie DO A BUNCH OF STANDING SIT UPS BY BENDING YOUR KNEES IN TO A SQUATTING. I KNOW THIS IMPERIALLY. RESPECTFULLY TK U MLJ LV NV
kayseaalmost 12 years agoAuthortazz317: Does it matter? One or the other, both? It's about pain becoming pleasure, becoming a release.
live4passion: thank you for the compliments. I think, however, that straightforward description is a strong point and was done purposefully. I think so much poetry (&prose) is written with overdone metaphors and there becomes so much obfuscation in the sound of pretty words strung together that the meaning gets lost.
Much of what I write has happened to me or someone I know, so I think the story telling deserves to be told and doesn't necessarily need to come with extra bells and whistles.
live4passionalmost 12 years agoA pleasant read in spite of being predominantly straightforward descriptive.
These two lines though really stood out, the solitary metaphor in the entire poem.. And a rather good one
"Starbursts of pleasure and pain
Bloom like hothouse flowers"
