Across your torso
I trace a continent
with my tongue
place my lips
to your warm
earth
Across oceans
of light
and time
we dance
an ancient tribal
dance
Across your torso
I trace a continent
with my tongue
place my lips
to your warm
earth
Across oceans
of light
and time
we dance
an ancient tribal
dance
Your kiss is like
monsoon rain
in a dry season
Well, it’s almost that time of year again–when, for a short time, we let our Freak Flags fly high and proud, and come together and celebrate All Things Erotic in Seattle. Artists, art lovers, freaks and geeks from around the country will make their way to the Freemont neighborhood in Seattle to take part in one of the biggest Erotica festivals in the country.
I have two poems that have been accepted to the Literary section of the festival this year: Fire, and Letter to a Feminist Lover.
Check out the website for details and more info on the festival:
http://www.seattleerotic.org/
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Hope to see you there!
There are days when
sliding into
the dream world of the scent
of your skin
the taste
of your tongue
is the only lesson I need
On being human
on breath and
breathing
laughing
loving
dying
and so this day
ends
as it began
in the prayer
of your
sweetest
kiss
In one silk motion
she crossed her legs
as if she knew
the world would be watching
slit halfway up her thigh
revealing honey brown skin
like a flash of lightening
revealing only a hint
of it’s power
did you notice me
across the room
seducing you with
unspoken words?
the volume of the world
goes mute
freight train
just outside the window
airplane careening
toward the earth
my heart pounding
in the seconds
before the impact
of our eyes
So much beauty
in just a smile
sends my mind
reeling
Split second decisions
always seem obvious
in retrospect
but here
now
there is no benefit
of hindsight
only these few
precious seconds
slow as molasses
and sweet as I imagine
your lips to be
in my mind I form the words
in the space between my brain
and tongue
they materialize
I manage a smile
to mask the chaos within
the words finally escape
my lips:
“salted
caramel
latte
please”
Your body serenades me
like a million butterflies
flapping their wings in praise
My body responds
notes rising from the depths of me
and all I can see
is the light of your submission
I always love finding new poems/poets online. This is a great sensual poem by blogger YsabellaMika, entitled Unveiling Abstraction. Here’s a sample:
A soft breeze stirs
Glints of honey and gold
My awareness is heightened
I feel you
Something primitive stirs within me
Cries out for your touch
Refusing to be silenced
I need you
To read more, visit her blog at:
http://ysabellamika.wordpress.com/
I absolutely loved this article by Gillette, from her blog Ex-Courtesan in Transition (again). In it, she relates the spiritual/sexual connection in a beautifully written post.
The post is entitled Sex As A Spiritual Path, and here is a sample:
For me, sex is the ultimate in humanity’s ability to connect with each other. It’s not just a penis in a vagina…or a cock in a mouth…or whatever permutations we find ourselves in. I am excited about the possibility of a paradigm shift where sex is truly celebrated and honored for its place as one of the most profound, spiritual acts we can engage in. Our bodies are tremendous gifts and blessings.
She seduces me with her eyes
without even knowing it
and takes me from a crowded room
into our own private world
Her kisses are
slow
sweet
honey
Her life energy travels through me
with each breath of hers
I breathe in
I am the Earth
to her Northwest rain
taking in every drop
of her wetness
She is my morning meditation
My afternoon Reiki
My Chamomile and Lavender
Late into the night
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.