- Erotic Poetry
- The Muse's Poem
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This is not a love poem.
Let us not insult each other
By wasting pretty words
Or precious time.
We are not of the same cut
As those romantics,
Those who see eternity
In the face of flowers.
This muse has already,
Willingly,
Spread her legs,
Allowed you to taste her sweetness,
To feel the silkiness
Of her petals
Against your tongue,
And pluck,
Understanding that where there is
Pure art
There is divine ecstasy
And there is exquisite pain.
One cannot be truly free
Of the other,
Not if you wish to create.
Do you wish to create?
Then do not ask
Take what you are fiending for
From this body.
Do not settle for mere mimicry.
I will not let you lose
Your beauty
Or what is uniquely yours
To a mere illusion of lust.
If the searching of my hands distracts
Then bind me,
Bend me over,
Drive deeply,
Break into me,
Feel the core of the matter
Against your most sensitive spot,
Repeatedly rub,
Let friction irritate,
Give flicker to the flame.
Anyone can write a love poem.
Love is polite.
You need to feel more than the offerings of pleasantries.
You need to be rendered speechless,
Inaudible,
As we approach the precipice of rawness,
Skin hitting skin.
This is where sounds leave the lips,
Where music is born,
Where men with small
Minds
Dream up myths
To define what they cannot comprehend.
You are larger than this moment.
You are power.
You thought it sex
But feel the fuck of it
As you ride me.
Breathe in my scent,
Fill your lungs with me
As you release
Into your muse,
Into me.
And, what now drips down my leg
Is you at your best,
Combined with what is left of me.
Gather it in your stylus.
Now you are ready
To write,
Not of love
But of
Poetry,
Of life.
This was never meant to be
A love poem.
I am not your lover.
I am your muse.
***
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoI enjoyed this powerfully spoken poem. It has a beautiful feel to it, almost raw, yet not fully. It left me encouraged, creative, and satisfied. Beautiful work.
avrgblkgrlover 9 years agoAuthorChampagne, actually fiending is a word and does apply. Google it. I'm sorry if you are not familiar with it. Really, you should have looked it up before the comment. It is not a typo nor uncommon. Sorry.
-ABG
champagne1982over 9 years agoI'm not sure what "fiending" means. It does distract me, but I'm a bit of a grammarian perfectionist and thus prone to getting cranky by small mistakes .. No worries though, girl, my work is full of little typos that a fast edit misses and a slower read reveals and yes, I'm too lazy to go back and fix. The readers have been kind enough to ignore mine, so I won't hold your odd word against you when I rate this poem. Well done erotica is so good to find.
JWrenalmost 10 years agoThis may not be a love poem but there is love aplenty in there: love of your craft. Each line and word is thoughtful, ultimately conveying a somewhat pertinent message from a talented writer. Never confuse sex with love . . .
Cleardaynowalmost 10 years agoThis is extraordinarily good. I generally do not read the erotic poems (as mostly they aren’t). I stumbled on this as the Erotica system flagged it at the top of its ‘recommended list’ – cleverer than I had realised.
It creates a very strong and compelling persona for the speaker and its mix of rational and irrational is exquisite.
Have now read your other poems – which I like – but this I think is the best.
Tzaraalmost 10 years agoIt's good both as poetry and as erotica (especially as a kind of BDSM themed erotica), which is a woefully rare combination. I'm curious about what appear to be the slight indentations--are those intentional?
I really like the end of the poem.
The word "fiending" seemed off to me. Is that slang?
Good poem.
greenmountaineeralmost 10 years agoThis is so well written. A good poem demands a second and third reading, maybe more. This does. I need to digest it more.
