- Erotic Poetry
- Anna Makebelieve
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She glides astride
an upbeat metronome
a pendulum swinging in tempo
Tick, tick, tick...
I breathe rain, sweet spices
orange flowers
a hint of baby powder.
She is something deeper
something sleepier,
dreams drenched in
sweat, sex; imagined and real.
It is every muscle pulled tight,
too much the tension pops
like piano wire with
toes curled. I shudder.
I arch, back over the edge,
find a scattered mother of pearl
gleaming in the dark.
Here, I think you dropped this
and no, that's not an euphemism for cum.
It's a memory of our last,
long lost reverie.
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineerabout 10 years agoI wasn't sure if this was an actual dream, a recollection of role playing with a former lover, or your sitting at a dark table looking up at an exotic dancer performing for you. What's tripping me up a bit is "our last/last long lost dream."
In a way it doesn't matter. Each possibility was an erotic journey I enjoyed imagining. Nicely done.
Angelineabout 10 years agowith an erotic dreamy quality that makes the poem feel like silk. Is there a typo in that third full strophe? Should it be "an f drenched..." or something else? Maybe I'm just missing it but no matter: it is gorgeous writing, full of movement and words that tickle the senses.
