“Let me read you some of my poetry” – Is this the best way to lose a girl?
My girlfriend thinks pornography is cheating so I promised to stop looking – but I didn’t. I feel bad for lying. How can I convince her that it’s not infidelity?
If “The Ezra Pound” was a sex position, what would it be?
Three poets tackle these questions and more at nerve.
This is a great post by blogger Cocoa Fly. It delves into the phenomenon of the African-American Erotica boom that started back in 1992 with the anthology Erotique Noire/Black Erotica, and continues to this day.
This is a great article on Erotic Poetry, in which the writer asks the question: “Is poetry something we come to be civilised by or is it a place where we go to unleash our desires and to hear them echoed?” I didn’t even blink before answering this in my head, because for me it’s always been the latter.
I write erotic poetry to explore my own sexuality, but also, to understand and celebrate human sexuality in general. Writing poetry helps me to put into words something that often times defies words, yet begs to be explored.
