May 24, 2013

Ode to a Happy Man (Poem by Corinna Parr)

Yours
is peaceful strength;
I see you settled,
ankle perched on knee,
head bowed
with the weight
of male thoughts;
alien mind,
I cherish you for
that little smile
cast in my direction,
hardly a twitch
of those subtly
curved lips
but I see,
I see.
Oh, if I could
press you
into myself and
drink the masculinity
of you, become one
with it and
truly know what it is
to be a happy man,
I would.
For me, it is only ever
the imperfect joining,
the spill of fluids
and your ragged breath
caught in the cup of my
mouth.

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Ann says: Among her many talents, Corinna Parr is a writer of literary erotica par excellance. You can find her work here.

Image: Antonio Canova’s sculpture: Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss, circa 1800. Photo by Roberto Leya.

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May 11, 2013

Submission (The Blackening), A Poem by John-Arthur Ingram

I’ll cover you with the night

And consume your seed and sin.

In willing prostration, I can swallow your shame;

Praising all that makes us Male.

You can change me from Priapus to Astarte;

While you rise and swell inside me.

Your god won’t find you here.

The pain is all mine and I welcome it

Like the explosion of life in the Phoenician desert.

I’ll color you with the night of my skin

And soak all your sins inside my Eden.

Then I’ll make them yield into Love;

Something your god dared to do with a single Man.

Maybe then you won’t need the night to cover you.

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Ann says: John-Arthur envisions the encounter of a black Pagan man and a white Christian man. He points out that the creation of man (Adam) by a male God has homoerotic undertones, as God sowed his seeds through Adam.

Image: John Howard Griffen

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May 9, 2013

Calcify (Poem by J. I. Keaton)

We are carbon and vessels
calcium pillars pressed together
epidermal wars with
limbs and fingers for soldiers
Each sigh like a line from
my favorite poem
your whispers unravel the bonds
keeping my flesh from yours
pressing these layers of keratin
into you with a desperate hunger
I breath you in
a vacuum of ecstasy
consuming your words and gasps
and my name, my name, my name
letters on the dashed lines
of your soft lips
and my skin, my skin, my skin
clings to yours like that
formaldehyde formula
on your fingertips

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Image: Reblogged on Tumblr, artist unknown.

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May 7, 2013

THE SACRAMENT (Erotic Poem by John-Arthur Ingram)

How shall I worship you? With rosaries made from penitent

Tears? A temple built of my breath and my limbs?

Let us not pray that our hands do what lips do, for I dare not

Touch that pale ripening flesh, smooth as alabaster,

With hands that quiver with anxiety. Rather, let me

Enter the temple, kneel at your thighs, so I may

Become the object of the All Knowing Eye;

The Pink Vessel of Time, pink as the virgin sky

At dawn. May it transport me back to my clever

And pious childhood; a treasure that eludes me now.

For you are my religion, my chastisement,

The judgement that awaits me in the end,

For wanting too much the pleasures I dare not realize.

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Image: Titian’s Venus of Urbino

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April 1, 2013

19 Plays

Kelly Mulhollan:

DESERT DREAM, My favorite Erotic Song! (Click on Arrow to Play Song)

On dunes of desert sand

A long-forbidden land

My world begins to spin

My eyes grow ever dim

And in this spinning place

I see your perfect face

‘Neath folds of caverns deep

You lie in quiet sleep

My slightest motion make

Mere ripples on a lake

Till one’s reflection brings

Your iridescent wings

And without touching skin

Our making love begins

My breath upon your breast

To loose your slender dress

Revealed to cavern walls

On down the fabric falls

‘Round bird and human form

A nest to keep us warm

Not touch but dare admire

As one can’t touch a fire

So close, but not to kiss

Your eyes and sleeping lips

Round bead-like tears are falling

Sweet drops of desert pollen

While down your yielding neck

Each bead I gently lick

Weightless my hand will rest

On flesh, so slight a breast

My thirsty mouth devour

Nectar of cactus flower

Beyond this garden womb

A rising crescent moon

My lips by cavern dark

Will sketch its graceful arc

And not a feathered space

Beneath my fingers trace

Along each downy crease

And down your silken fleece

Yet part my body must

Lest dreaming turn to lust

Just one false sound I utter

Might cause your wings to flutter

One kiss before I gather

Fallen dress round skin and feather

Take leave of desert dune

For the fate of earth and moon

As cogs in cosmic gear

Ever close yet ever near

Dance apart from death ’till birth

Still the moon does love the earth

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Written and performed by Kelly Mulhollan

Image: windling.typepad.com

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April 23, 2012

Drought by James Ciriaco

My desert body burns for you.
Bleached bones tumble down.
Too long. Too long, this high, hard sky.
Heat hangs over my lips;
its clear contortions writhe and vanish
with each breath. I’m cracking.
Like a mud flat in the sun.
The gila monster pulses its pebbled skin
in my mouth; the queer, tuberous cactus
sulks in the shadows of me,
nursing its succulence.
My fingers have withered to spines.
They claw the air for you.

Break over me, lover,
come down on me in milk and moisture,
drench my lips with your lips,
open your cloud-thighs flushed with rain.
Sheathe me in humid night
and I will flower in you,
a pale, sweet burst
that curls its bloom and is gone.
Oh, the flash of your eyes
is lightning across my sky;
give me the storm.

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April 23, 2012

Standing Wave (Erotica by James Ciriaco)

My hair trickles across her belly and she whimpers. She is embarrassed to show how her flesh swells towards me, and trusts that I will bend the bars. Fingertips dimple her thighs and start a tremor beneath pale skin. The undulation of my tongue flows into her hips, to the creak of springs. Her voice rises; her body heaves from the heels and arcs over me.

As one wave recedes,
it gathers into the height
of the wave that crests.

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April 18, 2012

A Zen Master and A Word-Surfer: The Writing of James Ciriaco and Tommy Tsunami

James Ciriaco: Zen Master

I discovered James Ciriaco’s work while he was on an internet hiatus. For the better part of a year I romped through this English professor’s writing, amazed by its quality. For work that is profound and multi-layered, his writing is amazingly reader-friendly.

I, Crimson (Erotica by Stephen Berwaldt)

sultry seethes

dark niches of my soul

as biting lash

its pain and pleasure brings

the rawhide sings its aria

to my hunger

my sinew brace

sweet rapture o’er

synapses race

the leather bites

another stripe

I, crimson, come

undone

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November 16, 2011

Synchronicity by John Kimball II

with random precision

i make a single slice into eternity

the bittersweet blood of the apple of eden

making a trail of rebellion

down past my face

my neck

my chest

vibrating faster and faster

into my core

the infusion of god

into our being

the memory of a million minutes like this

the realization that it will end

the denial of that realization

just for a moment

as your weight presses me down

through the bed

through the floor

through the void

your lips meet mine

as your body meets mine

and we become the same

i shiver

you run your fingers through my hair

we are the same

a moment of unreality

as we embrace the holy spirit

and release

and we are alone

and we are each other

and we are the same

as you hold me

we lose ourselves to the quiet that we have created

we seperate

and again, we are alone

and we are the same