- Erotic Poetry
- Brutal Beauty Spot
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Click hereIt's nine a.m on a Monday
Breakfast is ready and so am I
Glasses firm on my nose
White shirt, half unbuttoned
Tucked into a black pencil skirt
What good is any business
Without some pleasure
I am about to open the bottle of syrup
When I feel the ground beneath move
As your hand grazes my waist
Your breath whispers to my nape
I consider escape until you turn me around
There it is, the brutal beauty spot
On your right cheek
On a good day, it could save the world
I stand paralyzed,
Staring it in the face
Like a bird does at a butterfly before
It consumes the most irresistible thing it has seen
You move closer,
My breasts threaten
To tear out of thin layers of modesty
Your hands are trying to enter
The ravaged forest of my hair
Mine lose connection with my brain
Start pulling your shirt apart
Your teeth reach for my neck
While you unbutton
And unhook
Slow and smooth
You sing poems to me
Prayers before sacrifice
You push me to the wall
Pin my hands above my head
Show me who's the boss this Monday
Your pour maple syrup on my lips
And bite them gently
Our tongues play wicked games
As sticky syrupy chaos
Makes its way down
As it reaches below my neck
You grow vampire fangs
Your mouth sucks and savors
Bites and makes me quiver
Your learned hands hold me hostage
I give in to the ritual and submit myself
Until I reach the blessed moment
Now I take the reins
I throw you to the kitchen counter
Taste your face,
Kiss your mole,
Ravenously
Devour you
Till it chokes my throat
Till you struggle to breathe
Till you can't help screaming
Till I'm the only word you remember
I grab your hair and throw
My legs around you
You enter me
You smell of maple, magic,
And all things ephemeral
All those verses as excuses
The whirlpools storming
Were made for these fifteen minutes
And the liberation at the end
We fall back, tired and bruised
I rest my head on your shoulder
I light a cigarette and wonder how
A beauty spot
Changed my world today
- COMMENTS
todski28almost 4 years ago"Thank you for the comments guys, means a lot.
@todski,
I kinda see your perspective, I had mulled over it as well. But I ultimately let the need for a detailed narrative take over. Thanks a lot, appreciate the feedback."
and also appreciate the poem as it is, it is highly sexy
You smell of maple, magic,
And all things ephemeral
All those verses as excuses
The whirlpools storming
Were made for these fifteen minutes
And the liberation at the end
language like this is strong in metaphor and allows me as a reader to imagine the scene as tumultuous almost feral.
tazz317almost 4 years agoadd pancakes and syrup breakfast will be late. TK U MLJ LV NV
RandyCatalmost 4 years agoAuthorThank you for the comments guys, means a lot.
@todski,
I kinda see your perspective, I had mulled over it as well. But I ultimately let the need for a detailed narrative take over. Thanks a lot, appreciate the feedback.
todski28almost 4 years agoand an intersecting concept,
you could cut some words from your narrative and tighten up the structure to be a bit more poetic, relying on mechanics, and an infatuation with a beauty spot
It has good bones but I think it could be made better
But that’s my opinion which is irrelevant really
