- Erotic Poetry
- Moab
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Monsoons fell on the red dirt
chasing diamondbacks under flat rocks
with an angry rattle of their tails.
Though it's the hiss of rain on desert dry-
cracked earth we find to be more menacing
as floods could wash us out.
"Scared?" I ask
"Are you?"
She grins, flipping night jasmine, wet hair
out of her eyes, her eyes flash with lightening.
She leaps like a mountain lion
and we are ass over end, rolling
in the mud. A fever and a fight
who gets top—her. It's the wet squelch
under my shoulder blades and heels
that says she wins while we throw off clothes.
We move serpentine, naked in the
ooze, caked in the clay slime.
Rain turns to hail,
hell, HELL! Laughing, shivering joy,
I inadvertently taste ice in her long kiss.
We are muddy but we are happy,
slippery satisfied.
All I can think of is that I will
remember this every monsoon and I do.
- COMMENTS
Tzaraalmost 12 years agoa good poem, good imagery, though the last lines are as gm said, probably superfluous.
You're obviously much younger than I am. Muddy sex in a hailstorm has long since been replaced in my idea of fabulous sex by a nice, warm, DRY hotel room--preferably before a fire with a chilled Pinot Grigio nearby. ;-)
greenmountaineeralmost 12 years agoVery vivid imagery and nicely done. Most erotic poems here are neither.
"rain turns to hail/hell, HELL! Laughing...." I particularly liked.
I'm not sure the last two lines were necessary. It felt like you were stating the obvious when all that preceded those lines inferred it so well.
Neonuroticalmost 12 years agoAuthorI see what you mean. Yes, kind of jarring actually and "ass over end" is an expression here. Though, I don't have any idea what to change it to at the moment. Luckily, when I do, I can edit it later.
bogusagainalmost 12 years agoI enjoyed this. A good feel good poem that paints the scene well. One niggle is, for some reason 'ass over end' jarred with me. I don't know if it is cultural, me being European but I'm not averse to the vernacular. It just seemed to clunk.
