Best Eroticism Poems
In swoon ‘neath golden moon and sable sweep
let bathe with hues upon my canvas soak
romance a mingle, brush and pigment sweet,
enrapture me your passion’s hungry stroke
explore an aura, fluid colors blur
imbue the skies of empty eyes a soul,
in deepest purple daubs a midnight stir
as lover weaves a dream to make me whole
caress the edge to fuse desire and shapes
lay a layer one atop the other
a throb of contrast, feelings free to traipse,
smoothing over yearnings with a flutter
starlit glaze and silky graze artistic
awaken chroma crave for drama shades,
mood’s aglow, aroused and optimistic
before the painter’s lusty palette fades.
Susan Ashley
April 7, 2020
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand No 1165 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 5
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Standard Contest: Your Fave Poem 2020 Not Written For A Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
She indulges in sensorial delights
Marked with the color of ecstasy
The passion she drinks is diluted with eroticism
The moon melts with her gentle gaze
Honey drips from her luscious lips
Like ruby flames sweeping desert dust away
Oasis of churning lava explodes within her fiery spirit
seducing the sun with her golden skin
Far away from Love's imprisonment
She builds her castle of desires
Imprinted with
FIFTY~~~~~ SHADES OF~~~~~~RED
A Collaboration With Liam Mc Daid and Red Fiery
All Praise the Breast
Gawaine Caldwater Ross
When an infant is hungry, frightened or injured
his mother places him upon her breasts,
comfortable like pillows with nipples.
Nipples. Mmmm, good.
From the very beginning the breast
is a major source of comfort,
which we forget during childhood
but discover again after puberty.
Breasts are satisfying, no matter their shape or size,
they are full of promise, for
future generations depend on these.
Beyond all eroticism the breast is good
and comforting.
When a man holds his sweetheart’s breast
while drifting off to sleep, the woman
cannot imagine the comfort he derives
from simply holding her breast.
This itself is enough to make a bad day good,
no alcohol required.
They are beautiful on all levels,
to the senses, heart and mind.
How wonderful it is that women exist!
Eroticism -
a supple spine in a wanting curve
and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat—
temptation is an aphrodisiac
and guilt— a red kite lost in a hot hurricane
a strand of blue moonstones plunge to titillate
illicit points of contact caught by starlight
restless yin-nerve-endings take an edgy stance—
primal presence pearls beneath parted flimsy fabric
ah.. gossamer chic taken and tossed by windy hands
freeing moons and earth captured in your orbit
golden hair a dirty tangle flies— streamers
of infidelity seized in someone else’s hands
heat-seeking rhythm throbs within walls
a slappin’ poppin’ bass line frenzy
our bodies wild like a warehouse rave
a driving beat hugging hips caught in a fishnet shimmy
high on oxytocin and fizz of affaire du jour—
unbridled breakers breaking vows in a whipped up gale
as hedonistic hot spots revel in unrestrained spindrift
.. it’s a jungle for conjugal love ..
volcanic ash streaks a feral romance
carnal cat (a hungry stippled stray)
pins me down like prey in a dopamine storm
where edges rendezvous soft and hard and fuse
a silhouette of geometry body-painted in black sands
as the surge uncurls the waves—
dreamscape escape on a slick onyx sheet
nakedness blurs in the rough charcoal smudge
shapes shaded with a roll on the rim of a graphite night
the art of cheating sins stain a seedy portrait on skin
yet basks in the moonbeam’s push into the pulse
without mercy or justification—
just unadulterated
adulterated
euphoria!
Thoughts flood my mind
when I’m alone
Close to my computer
I am sin prone
These flames of lust
they flicker within me
Images intertwined
begging me to see
This empty eroticism
promises of ecstasy
I know this is my prison
still I don’t want to be set free
Curved and supple
together bodies mingle
My eyes long to breath in
a promised tingle
This inward hunger
begs me to enter
That feeling of heat
grows within my centre
Firm supple images
naked and slender
No drugs or alcohol
but it’s still a bender
With my physical release
a strangled scream
Within a moment
emotions extreme
Shame overtakes me
eyes look away
Temporarily satiatiated
but I’m far from okay
I can’t forgive myself
and I’m too ashamed to pray.
Is this just a male issue? I’m curious to hear your thoughts. This poem was written as a result of meeting with a men’s group and the subsequent conversation.
LUST
flesh screaming of sin
found pleasures deepening skin
raising body heat within
escaping passion
carnal knowledge attraction
attaining satisfaction
volcanic fluxion
viral viewing seduction
stimulating consumption
sexual craving
concupiscence behaving
eroticism enslaving
magic hypnotic
display actions exotic
thirst and hunger demonic
5-7-7 Syllable count
...can also be read backward~just saying
Music by Ariana Grande - 'Dangerous Woman'
Oct.15.2018
One of The Seven Deadly Sins
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st
[7'th of 15]
FIFTY SHADES OF RED
She indulges in sensorial delights
Marked with the color of ecstacy
The passion she drinks is dilluted with eroticism
The moon melts with her gentle gaze
Honey drips from her luscious lips
Like ruby flames sweeping desert dust away
Oasis of churning lava explodes within her fiery spirit
seducing the sun with her golden skin
Far away from Love's imprisonment
She builds her castle of desires
Imprinted with
FIFTY~~~~~ SHADES OF~~~~~~RED~~~~~
Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden.
No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others.
The pretty barflies who flitted in chatting too loudly.
Flipping their hair. He had a salacious appetite, saw them all naked.
They sometimes waved to his corner when they were drunk.
He did not think they knew he was perpetually eyeballing them.
Unclothing them one piece of clothing at a time in his mind.
Uncovering their secrets was easy; they shared way too much.
His voyeuristic tendencies got him ostracized and secluded from family.
His mixoscopia and scoptolagnia confusing the prissy Baptists he knew.
He might go Catholic, he had heard they were more open. Nah!
Religion was not for him. His religion was this bar and those bar flies.
One of them was throwing her head back now, laughing loudly.
He would dream of her tonight. He smirked at the eroticism she brought him.
She turned and waved. If he was forty years younger, he would be over there.
But he knew better so he stayed put, swigging back his beer.
Me: Since Samhain I have been chatting with Satan on Skype..On this date he celebrates his fall from grace..
Satan: Thank you Ken..You look marvelous today..What is your routine? You haven't aged in years...Is it diet and gym, the ladies and your erotic poetry?
Me: You are way too kind..(blushing)
Satan: Really, I enjoy your sense of eroticism, you have a fondness for the ladies I see..You should read "Justine" by my friend the Marquis de Sade..In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice...
Me: Are you saying it is only through pain one can arrive at pleasure?
Satan: I'm saying you are unhappy because you desire things that cannot be..That's what desire IS, the need for what we cannot have..It's called greed...
Me: I have nothing to fear here..
Satan: Well Ken, there's always the truth..Maybe peace is acquired by the currency of loss..You are in love with perception..I have many friends here in hell with me you may have heard of, Anton Lavey, Aleister Crowley, Adolf Hitler among others..You should meet them..
Me: No thank you, I prefer to "Fear and Tremble" like Kierkegaard..I was taught your greatest truth was convincing the world there was only only one of you..
Satan: You know God loves you..
Me: Is that why you take interest?
Satan: You seek a measure of comfort from Women..Don't you know that love is the laziest theory for the meaning of life?
Me: But was not Faust saved in the end by the love of a woman?
Satan: I will not elaborate on your misconceptions..
Me: I'm just an ordinary human being with flesh, blood and bones..Nothing hard to decipher.. I wish for women and have needs..
Satan: They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions..Charming saying really..I say it is paved with intriguing questions...
Me: It is late, I have to go Mr. Satan...What time is it?
Satan: How much time do you need?
Me: No thanks..lol I have to go....
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Emma Frost (aka White Queen) is a powerful character in Marvel Comics. Is
she a hero or villain? Sometimes, it is hard to know! She is a mutant with the
most amazing telepathic skills. She can transform herself into a diamond shape with enhanced strength and with no human needs like food or water but she can be shattered when in this state. She was born in Boston, United States to wealthy parents. He father was cruel and domineering, her mother hooked on drugs, she had siblings, but none give her any emotional support.
She was bullied in school and had only one friend, a teacher. Then,
suddenly her telepathic powers manifested and she could read minds. Emma
was rejected by her family. So, she left, becoming homeless. Did I mention
that she was very, very beautiful. A femme fatale in high heels, a character
designed for eroticism, a cruel beauty.
While homeless Emma meets a young man and falls in love. Finding
out that her boyfriend Troy is in debt to mobsters. So to safe Troy they hatch
a plan to do a fake kidnapping of her wealthy father, but the thugs turn it into
a real kidnapping. Troy is killed. There is a battle and Emma uses her powers
to confuse the thugs, calls the police and keeps the ransom money, which she
uses to go to university. She gets degrees in many fields.
Emma gathers vast wealth and is the owner of several multi-million
dollar conglomerates and has many investments. She has many affiliations and hundreds of adventures and battles, that I would need a much longer poem to include. She has gone by many alias, usually White Queen, she
uses her beauty as a weapon.
Her affiliations include Hellfire Club, Hellions, Generation X, Dark X-Men,
Phoenix Five, Legion Accursed, Quiet Council of Kraboa, X-Men, The Cabal,
Xavier Institute, and the Marauders. And she has been in many, many of
Marvel Comic story lines that are too numerous to list.
I like Emma Frost the White Queen . . .
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March 24, 2023
Poetry/Prose Poetry/Emma Frost
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1533-326-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Marvel
Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/24/2023
Love is lacy things and beauty CARES. A touch of INFATUATION at the fringes and always shared. A simple kiss of the cheek and washing her feet at the CREEK. Love is BLUE BERRY STAINS on SOFAS and chairs, and tiny TOTS run around safe and SOUND. Never a tarnished gray. An AFRICAN VIOLET on the best of days.
Gentle laughter and smooth in June never comes to soon. Sensual, yet delicate and refined. LOVE IS hearing "yes" after your down on one knee. It's watching him walk or listening to her talk.
Always filled with actions of PASSIONS with little EXAGGERATED FASHIONS. What a LUSCIOUS melody from the HEART straight from the start. Beautiful when it's real but here's the DEAL, LOVE IS sometimes CRAZY with plenty of ZEST AND ZEAL. LOVE IS ALIVE and it BLEEDS eroticism and bathes in sensuality.
It's pulling her close then closer. It's letting him have his space. A whisper in the ear a STROKING of the hair. Love is everything on a clear SUMMER day. Just sitting under a WILLOW TREE with him by the bay. Love is a POET'S dream of a perfect song.
It is a new day UNWRAPPING itself at the dawning. A TRICKLING of rain drops on a sweet Sunday SUMMER morning.
And ALWAYS let it be said LOVE IS an ETERNAL DANCE through time on heaven's bed.
A delusory pleasure bristled the solitary abator
And the dusky night rides down the sky
An ethereal beauty demoed with her au naturel demeanor
The solitary abator bumps with illusions, thus far realisms high.
Elated with red-hot mysticisms the abator closed his eyes
And mildly felt the zephyr over the mum wispy time
She reposed in her bareness beside his devout envies
The abator fluffed up ca-cacing his limbs to ease with spirit and bine.
An awaited soul perked up with flavour of lust and zeal
And the midnight silence prolonged to be livening with insidiousness
She abreast herself over his frvid spirit of unreal
The abator matte-up bosoming her with barmy tenderness.
The ravenous abator intimated himself in the same state of bareness
And the dark moonless night beamed with perfect ecstacy and elan
She ooohed legalizing the demon-ridden enduringness
The abator held himself with an abrupt spasmodic movement of his organ.
The wonky estrus abator coaxed himself with the pleasure of onanism
And the gentle breeze was felt to soothe the pragmatism
Slowly her au naturel beauty faded, idling the eroticism
Bequeathing the abator's midnight oneirism.
attractive and proud
red denotes eroticism -
through blue eyes - purpur
23/07/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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"All art is erotic", quote from Gustav Klimt
The Kiss... Gustav Klimt
Son of a Bohemian gold engraver
Childhood marked by poverty
Influenced by Japanese art
Developed his talent early in life
Created his own style like no other
Took symbolism and eroticism to new heights
Glorifying the female body
Evocatively exotic and erotic
Lacquering it with gold leaf
Controversial during his lifetime
Now on display in Vienna
Those not destroyed during the war
Traveling in world exhibitions
Or sold for multi millions to art collectors
Unfinished paintings when he died
World-wide fame celebrated anniversary
One hundred and fifty years
Death and Life
A golden tribute to Klimt
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
As I hold you in my embrace
I wish I could freeze time..
Looking into your angelic face
Encourages me to write a Rhyme!
I wish the taste of your lips
Could forever remain on mine..
The mere softness of your hips
Were perfected upon design!
Your smile is locked in my memory
And your gentle giggle is, too.
If I was to ask; him or me?
I’d hope you’d choose me to love you!
I get lost in your gorgeous dark eyes
And I’d rather not be found..
Let me show you paradise,
For as my queen you’ll surely be crowned!
We.. Locked, intertwined for all eternity
Melded together into one organism
I wanna swim through this energy
And be fed with your eroticism!