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|Monday, December 12th, 2005|
New Maintainer Wanted
I have decided to hand over maintainership of this community to someone else. If you are interested in running this community, please reply to this post. Current Mood: blank
|Sunday, September 18th, 2005|
Community Changes and Enforcement
I just purged the member list of eroticpoetry
of all users that do not list their year of birth in their profiles, as well as 2 users that listed their age as under 18. All members with deleted or suspended journals were removed as well, because their ages could not be checked. To keep tighter control over the member list and prevent underage users from gaining membership in the future, this community now has moderated membership. This should also cut down on the spam problem. If you are 18 or over and were removed, you can rejoin after updating your birthyear in your profile.
To comply with the LiveJournal TOS, I have also made all posts default to friends only. All users are responsible for making their past posts friends only. Any remaining public posts may be subject to deletion at a later date. Current Mood: productive
|Tuesday, September 13th, 2005|
Rife with Metaphor
The sporting life ripples
flesh and pumps iron
determination shot through
with veins of sweat
that condense like pearls,
slick with passion,
soaked in frenzied desire.
|Sunday, September 11th, 2005|
the women in the room
I wove myself into the women in the room.
I stole from them, and they never knew.
I left whispered kisses,
just warmth on their throats...
and slipped inside them
though we were never alone.
I've come to know what my women feel.
I've come to exploit
their silent fears.
I am to them what they need from me,
what they beg me to be,
on bent knee....
My tongue soothes hearts with words,
delves into places where sex begins.
Where it grows from a blush, to a flush.
I am an apparition, nurturing an ember at the core,
growing a fever in the flesh, in the depths,
in the space between the hips.
A room of women....
with a craving too deep to appease.
A room of women waiting to come.
Waiting to be the next one.
Gentle words, gentle tongue.
And I am the one
who steals into the room
waiting to see what they wish me to do.
|Monday, September 5th, 2005|
I didn't write this poem but I liked it so much I figured I'd share it with you.( Read more...Collapse )
|Monday, August 1st, 2005|
I seem to be making a habit of posting things pre-edit.
Beautiful, Beautiful Boy
You make yourself vulnerable, unhidden,
every imaginable pretense dropped
Unfolding yourself in the harsh spotlight of honesty
despite the danger of ridicule
and your delicate, oft-mangled heart.
Stepping gracefully through danger and into trust
you somehow think I'm the one deserving thanks.
|Sunday, July 31st, 2005|
She was the glow of evening
reflecting from my mind's eye.
Seared like a token of affection
on my skin.
I remember when
kissing was an art
that we spent hours engaged in.
And each would begin
with a gentle sigh
that came from somewhere deep inside
where her belief in love dwelled.
I held her fragile heart,
as it pulsed in my palm,
as it echoed in the cavern of her breast.
lest I move in haste,
and lay ruin and waste
to the perfection of her--
I captured her like a butterfly.
Tasted her captivity,
her eternity of belonging to me,
and I knew I'd love forever,
as long as I could have her.
She slowly died being kept
and those last tears she wept
tasted like sadness
|Saturday, July 30th, 2005|
|Friday, July 29th, 2005|
Spread out before me
with delicate eyes full of hope
and pale, lust-scented flesh
aching for approval.
Exquisite creature, I cannot be cruel to you.
|Wednesday, July 27th, 2005|
It's not really erotic, but it's about an ex girlfriend I saw wandering in town today.
You smelled too much like summer, too much
Of the sweet and sharp perfumes,
The tea tree hand cream, citrus blooms.
You tasted like the city, dripped in urban sweat and
Ran dirty nails through your salty hair,
And blinked at me with your eyelids wet-
You crystallised against the light,
You slipped from solvent, long dissolved into
The grey street backwash, dripping out you shone;
Refracted, gleamed, and gone.
The seconds muted as I checked; your shadow
Lengthened, stretched into the wilderness of feet and
Wheels, I waited, wasted all my daydreams
As you glanced through sulphur smog at me.
|Friday, July 22nd, 2005|
Lady of the Storm
This one was inspired by another one of my readers.
It's kind of a metaphoric description of a woman making Love to the rain.'
or was it the other way around?
Eh you decide.( Lady of the StormCollapse )
|Wednesday, July 20th, 2005|
Another lesbian Poem
Yet another poem about a certain young woman : ).
A sullen quietude descends.
It lends some atmosphere to greet the gloom and
Settle in the stagnant room.
Your heady breath disrupts the moths;
They flit and fleck the walls;
A crane fly
Hovers lonely in your wake, I walk
My fingers down your shoulder blade.
Putty soft and thick as cream
I drag across your creaseless seams,
The wet-skinned plush;
The salted sweat that foams across your thigh,
I dream and
Blink the dust and tears and
Tension trickled through our eyes,
And I am
Gathered small and incomplete
Beside my monolith,
And stretched out I can’t even reach
My fingers to your fingers;
My feet down to your feet.
|Tuesday, July 19th, 2005|
Slither over and wrap around me.
Enslave me with your passion.
devour me whole
ingesting me for eternity.
Your scent conjures memories of
nights full of touching
exploring and love making.
You excite me,
I want you to want me
the way that I need you.
You’re yummy and
delectable and so very
|Saturday, July 16th, 2005|
"Wifebeater Shirt Virginity"
By Alexander The Poet 07.16.05There is just something arousing and erotic
About putting on a wifebeater shirt
For the very first time
It clings so tight to my body
And I feel the pressure on my chest
Makes me want to squeeze it as if they were breasts
I think I put in too much sugar in my tea this morning
|Monday, July 11th, 2005|
|Thursday, July 7th, 2005|
No standard silhouette,
You stood illuminated, light and pale,
All limestone limbed and weighty
With your flaxen hair whipped round your face;
The blood of empires in your veins,
A figurehead that rides the waves.
All streaked with beauty,
Salt smears of the wind-whipped ride,
Hot breathed, heavy scented
And you conquer as you smile.
You stood - a Venus in the Shell, a Virgin of the Rocks,
A warrior, my valkyrie, a motif carved in Dover chalk
And I, all eyes and empty mind
I grasp the sinking flesh filled skies
And writhe below the fog.
|Saturday, July 2nd, 2005|
This one was done at the request of one of my readers.
I thought it was interesting, dark, ironic, and very sexxxy.( A Lover's PassingCollapse )
Cross Posted Everywhere
|Friday, July 1st, 2005|
A mark of resistance, the line that bifurcates my heart
and clefts my soul, joins in opposition the war within
as it sears my thoughts for you. Flesh unmarred by your passing.
Eyes vacantly looking inward, hoping to visualize a complete past.
Movements fraught with indecisions have lost fluidity or grace.
There was a place that was whole, full of forgiveness and laughter
now caustically mocking the present. I stand, swaying
in the cool night air, aware of nothing else, waiting
for a breeze strong enough to sweep me off my feet
into a far flung future. The body spins around
this central axis. The line that has pierced me
embeds me in hard dry earth. Current Mood: horny
|Tuesday, June 28th, 2005|
Hush, now, beautiful one
And lie here upon the pillows
Our time is short, this interlude brief
But my desire knows not the tick of the clock
Nor crow of the cock
Indulge me now
Give me again, what only I’ve ever known
And only, ever, I will