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Erotica what is it?
I’m not sure what it means
Is it something for sensual pleasure?
Or is it something in my dreams?
Is it perspiration glistening on a manly chest?
Or is when I have rivulets of perspiration, running between my breasts?
Is it lying on a beach somewhere when our bodies meet as one?
With waves crashing rhythmically, a thrust with every one?
Is it when he runs his hand up and down my body, with such a careful touch?
Hardly touching my skin at all, but it still seems to burn so much.
The glistening of thigh beneath a dress, that catches the eye just briefly.
Or the décolleté so smooth and soft his lips caress so sweetly.
Lying on the riverside this handsome bloke of mine
Regaining control of gasping breath, with tingles down the spine.
The dampness I feel on his back as my arms do surround
The holding of breath, just for a while as we lay down on the ground.
The tenderness and trembling, I can feel the weight of him
But he is not heavy, and I welcome the feel of skin.
The six pack stomach so smooth and tanned
The cupping of my breast in his large hands
The sweet caress that sets me on fire
The look in his eyes strong with desire
The turn of a page, I want to see more
When will it be my turn this man to adore?
A fond glimpse
Beyond the veil
In wholesome feel
Rare harmony
A pure sight
For lovely pair
In secret tryst
Warm embracing
A touching
For warm bodies
In private fling
Fiery rapture
A being
For kind esteem
In ecstasy
Lovely feelings
A becoming
For flame that glows
In feisty flow
Surge in free merge
A sparkling
Dance of union
In a grand meet
Emergent souls
A miracle
Flowering fruit
In joyous ******
Sacred zest aligned
A precious play
Upon the tides
In devotion's fiesta
Body-heart-soul-mind
A veil for two
To live one union
In mortal touch
Pure erotica
A merging
That bears fine fruits
In sensory swirling
Lovely constellations
A splendour
That springs grandeur
In rapture's touching
Profound sculpting wonder
Leon Enriquez
23 September 2014
Singapore
Style speaks
Charm hurls voice
Cinqku profound
Understanding transcends
Surprise
Heed now
Sensorial
Feel nature spark
Movement in mundane glimpse
Blossoms
Smile sweet
In plain sight
Love light aglow
Live with sun and shadow
Blessings
Sensuous
Curvy lines
Kamasutra
Adrenaline pleasure
Rapture
Live wire
Electric
Feisty field trip
Quantum soup reflection
Wonder
A maze
In a daze
Wander in craze
Grandeur and splendour ace
Bright gaze
Look now
Deep within
Go deeper still
Beyond sure heart and will
Reveal
Venture
Adventure
Avoid censure
Measure beyond measure
Pleasure
Without
Not within
Vain disclosure
Dementia attending
Mindless
Warm gift
Momento
Downtown shopping
Branded goods selling cheap
Loose change
Calm cheer
Sits right here
Twirl of sweet spheres
Sensory upheaval
Touching
Hello
Keep in touch
Before the end
Tunnels jolt twist and turn
Goodbye
Tour group
China calls
Holiday trip
Glorious getaway urge
Five stars
Airport
Leaving now
Will be back soon
To be or not to be
Hurling
Report
Nameless
Missing person
Don't know what's happening
Query
Reason
Beyond rhyme
Problem puzzle
Jigsaw metaphor crafts
Unsolved
Twin hearts
Craft one love
Affair pleasures
Climbing up mountain top
Lasting
Lovely
Sensorial
Erotica
Primal pleasure mosaic
Climax
Nonsense
Unspoken
He says, she says
No one knows the ending
Nowhere
Words cite
New version
Verse craft wordplay
Awkward words in patchwork
Contest
Downpour
Flooding rain
Sudden wetness
Drenching weather report
Dowry
Live well
Touch and tell
Plain policy
Blossoming signature
Pleasing
Leon Enriquez
18 Mar 2014
Singapore
I sit next to her
Dreaming my boyhood fantasies
The side of my hand touches her thigh
Wishing I could reach between her legs
Push my fingers into her softness
Feel the dampness of her need
Hear that wanting sigh
Her calling out
"ohhhhh, you're my guy
push deeper
I want to fly"
I look down her top
see the delicate curve of her breast
imagine what it would be like
to see her undressed
Within my minds eye
every part of her caressed
Me her master
In control
Her desiring me to fill each hole
together intertwined on the floor we role
I dive deep
like a submarine
As I push forward she grinds and leans
Me taking her places she's never been
From my mouth a gurgled sigh
Wetness creates a dark stain near my fly
She turns towards me
my throat goes dry
I silently pray
"please don't look at my pants."
If she sees it
I won't have a chance
She smiles a knowing smile and says
"Don't worry young man,
it's time for him to come out and play!"
Charlotte's Scorchers Contest
Written November 18th, 2013
I love you but... for the purpose of this non-argument;
I am in subject to incline to be subornation;
I love you but...would you believe, if you’d receive;
A love token,
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
I love you but...Love spoken, a whisper from my spleen;
I mean,
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Nothing to hide, I’ll be your guide;
To the love environmental…
I love you but...where everyone embraces
Each other’s spirits and souls;
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Storage natural affection love is not enough
And Philia love friendship love sometime is not enough
I love you...
Also Eros love sexual and erotica sometimes is not enough
I love you but...
And that there Ludus thing flirting sometimes is not enough
Still I'm loving you
Those in Pragma committed, married love,
yeah even sometime ain’t good enough
That there Philautia my self-love sho’nuff ain't good enough
Though there are many different kinds of love to experience, the Agape unconditional, divine love… from God
For when mankind's love Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
One love is… God’s Love
God’s love is love enough
So I'm just gonna put up, shut up, and look up
Cause sometimes love just ain't enough
But betcha my golly wow now My God
My God's love
My God's Love is more than enough
9/11/19
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Silent One
Six wonderful people very bright and young
shared a cramped apartment...
is that because they couldn't afford the rent,
or they loved to have fun?
What a hilarious circus, if they had teamed up!
They got angry, but still apologized and made up;
they seemed to have many problems,
some more complex than the others.
Rachael was very pretty and cool,
Phoebe was so naive and not too witty,
Lisa was refined and very beautiful,
Joey was a womanizer extremely funny,
Chandler was the sarcastic guy who loved sensual Monica,
and Ross was the nice dude who was embarrassed by Erotica.
These talented actors have entertained us
for long years fascinating us with their charms;
they were a close family rather than good friends who struggled...
they must have felt deep sadness when the final episode was aired.
Written by Andrew crisci
for Michael Falotico's contest,
" Ryhme Me An Old TV Show "
Chosen show: Friends
Erotica what is it? I'm not sure what it means
Is it something for sensual pleasure?
Or is it something in my dreams?
Is it perspiration glistening, on a manly chest?
Or rivulets of perspiration,running between my breasts?
Is it lying on a beach somewhere when our bodies meet as one?
With waves crashing rhythmically, a thrust with every one?
Is it when he runs his hand down my body, with such a careful touch?
Hardly touching my skin at all, but still it burns so much.
The glistening of thigh, that catches the eye just briefly.
Or the décolleté so smooth and soft his lips caress so sweetly.
Lying on the riverside this handsome bloke of mine
Regaining control of gasping breath with tingles down the spine.
The dampness I feel on his back as my arms do surround
The holding of breath, just for a while as we lay down on the ground.
The tenderness and trembling I can feel the weight of him
But he is not heavy and I welcome the feel of skin.
The six pack stomach so smooth and tanned
The cupping of my breast in his large hands
The sweet caress that sets me on fire
The look in his eyes so strong with desire
The turn of a page, I want to see more
When will it be my turn this man to adore?
July 2011
Sex Advice For Men
Wear double rubbers 24 hours a day
Don’t have sex in boxer shorts
If your woman is pretty, do it in the light
If she is ugly, do it in the dark
If she is so so, dim the lights and pray that it’s ok
Bazookas are too tight for a vagina
Dynamite is dangerous
Never open up an umbrella inside of her
It is bad luck
Erotica has a time and place
We all know that salty but not unpleasant taste
So remember to brush your teeth and gargle
And say grace before and after every meal
Use butter in bed but never margarine
Peanut butter and whipped cream are allowed
Turpentine is prohibited
Never ride your wife like she’s a horse
Unless you saddle her first of course, to avoid divorce
The best advice to give in these holey matters is
Check for all the right body parts
If there’s too much apparatus down under
In the lower extremities
She’s a he
Never have sex with animals with or without your zoo shots
Sex with one woman at a time is advised
You don’t always have to wear a tie
Unless you intend to marry
When you take her on a date you have to wait
When she turns red, push the green button, (cash)
If that doesn't work, use the jumper cables or cable TV
Take her dancing, spin her around
It’s like rotating the tires on your car
Women with athletic skills and acrobatics are the best
Stay away from girls without a pulse
It’s the same as having sex alone or something worse
The Clown fish had brimming eyes, a montage flown back to
Jaflong , a memory lane
I wonder I felt overwhelmed, as if yesterday’s incomplete hard
and fast, rituals and alone
Over pouring overboard, ornate orange diva and monsoon rain and
Jaflong time and greeting say
Holistic a rueful an encapsulation, by the by a rare tracing cue
with a poetic erotica, radiant way
My lover boy had a momentum of her ever persevering prodigy,
stable, and eloquent, a remedy
Who called him a done deal? Or vulnerable? Majestic that artist
resides in me, in swargachira, and painful days of cotton clouds
We touched the star of the eternity, inevitable teardrops and a
bye , is it showmanship other than that?
Please pioneer, bless her soul, give a diligent due to her blessing,
mantra, mainland holy wedlock, lock the bits and pieces of state
news, in unwholesome
Ah……………! Where art Thou!
Excuse and executive, too much of a sensational mayhem to hum
along a reverie zeal !
And what about me! Oh! I was in my evangelical pain, the holistic
truth and only one to prevail!
I have ample recess time, with an album of not so friendly goon of
songs, an ode to an Indian nightingale!
Limerick
A fixed light-verse form of five generally anapestic lines rhyming AABBA. Edward Lear, who popularized the form, fused the third and fourth lines into a single line with internal rhyme. Limericks are traditionally bawdy or just irreverent; see “A Young Lady of Lynn” or Lear’s “There was an Old Man with a Beard.” Browse more limericks.
Anapest
A metrical foot consisting of two unaccented syllables followed by an accented syllable. The words “underfoot” and “overcome” are anapestic. Lord Byron’s “The Destruction of Sennacherib” is written in anapestic meter.
Light verse
Whimsical poems taking forms such as limericks, nonsense poems, and double dactyls. See Edward Lear’s “The Owl and the Pussy-Cat” and Lewis Carroll’s “The Walrus and the Carpenter.” Other masters of light verse include Dorothy Parker, G.K. Chesterton, John Hollander, and Wendy Cope.
Drafted first
They are my pristine mine!
And I and the dwelling lullaby, a churn and a morn, tapped on tapioca moon
I and my wind catcher tinge, a chant, a hum, a mundane shenanigan , croon
They shun, they strum, they swing, on strings of the mood of poetic erotica , forever a poem and gore
As they play along with Brinjal, scalpel, or another synonym of ladies finger, those and all the more
I close my fingers , intertwined, my pristine raindrops, before a line, else to noon!