- Erotic Poetry
- Mr. Mousse - Audio Version
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Texture
is everything
Swoon at the smoothness
succulent and supple,
vivid and rich, and
exquisite like truffles.
Tactile heaven nestled
in a special vessel—
in your haste,
your ravenous commotion,
do you crave a taste?
Call my name, I'm the surge, the swelling ocean,
and you can bet
I'm wet
- COMMENTS
AlwaysHungryalmost 8 years agoAuthorI will admit that I often thrill to the sound of certain words and combinations of words. This poem is indeed intended to be aural sex, and it is a treat to hear it read aloud.
greenmountaineeralmost 8 years agoI recognize this, AH; a good read then and now; smooth, no pun intended. The alliteration in the first few lines with "s" reminds me of the feminine, wonderfully contrasted with the brief mention of "texture" at the beginning, reminding me of the male.
I'm probably out in left field here, but I'm a believer in the power of sublliminal expression in the sound of words (even sometimes to the poet), and the combination of the "t" and "s" letters felt like a sensual dance to me.
