Worn With Grace

Worn With Grace

A wanton smile,

A simple covering of lace,

A veil behind which,

Potent passions may be chased.

Barely covering,

All bared on face.

An intimate touch,

Salacious smile worn with grace.

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A return to poetry – This Perfect Madness

After plenty of time away I feel compelled to return to writing some poetry again.  It is hard to say what has prevented me from exploring this personal outlet for so long.  Perhaps it is just a reflection of a person’s changing needs and desires.  But some things, some people, experiences, moments, will always mark in a way that pulls one back to them.

Simply put this poem is an expression of such desire, a person, moments that created such a mark on me.

This Perfect Madness

When the brightest eyes of crystal hues,

And that wanton smile of mischief haunts my dreams,

Only then this fullest present passion awakens,

To raise the morning’s fire.

Pulling Close

This is simple yet highly charged erotic piece today which in form falls somewhere between poetry and prose. I say this because I’ve allowed the rhythm and cadence of the writing to change throughout as I focused on descriptions of the sight and sensations experienced. It is essentially autobiographical, in that it describes one of my own sexual experiences that began with frustration on both sides, but through a combination fast acting on desire and an expression of strength and tenderness turned into an incredibly potent erotic event.

Please be aware that the material posted here is intended for an ADULT Readership and contains some graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting adult characters as well as some strong language. By continuing to read you are stating that you are over the legal age of consent to read explicit material in the state you are viewing this page from. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some States/Countries) or are easily offended by strong language and scenes of a sexual nature then you should EXIT this page.

Brook

A new piece of erotic poetry today. My aim with this piece was to convey desire and passion for a dark seductive femme fatale through the imagery of a meandering brook using the natural features as metaphors for the eroticism. Hope you all enjoy it.

Woman Of Power

Welcome back to my erotic blog. I’m starting a new chapter of writing here this summer with more discussion of erotica as an art form and attitudes and issues to do with sex in our society. But to get things going again here is a new piece of erotic poetry. It’s still something of a ‘sketch’ idea for now and I know I will revisit it over time as it is a subject that goes to the core of my own sexual needs and desires. ‘Woman Of Power’ is an ode to indelible attraction I have to the strength of mind, will and determination to be the absolute best in a woman’s character and how her sexuality and potency is bound up within that power. We are all a combination of strength and weakness, whether we like it or not. In a way, sex is a part of our adult lives where that is played out explicitly.

Please be aware that the material posted in this blog is intended for an ADULT Readership and may contain some graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting adult characters as well as some strong language. By continuing to read you are stating that you are over the legal age of consent to read explicit material in the state you are viewing this page from. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some States/Countries) or are easily offended by strong language and scenes of a sexual nature then you should EXIT this page.

The Wait For Nefertari – an erotic poem for Valentine’s Day

A new Valentine’s poem. Inspired by my heart’s desire, of love, care, admiration and lust, I have looked to draw on a combination of different classical imagery and cultural reverence, referencing different, yet beautiful, artistic forms. Auguste Rodin’s exquisite sculpture ‘The Kiss’ takes its form in capturing the passion of two lover’s embrace. The reverence in Māori culture of the islands of New Zealand for the precious greenstone which they call Pounamu (also known as jade in China) is representative here of the reverence for a lover. In ancient Egyptian culture Nefertari was a principle wife and queen of the pharaoh Ramesses the Great and the name itself means ‘Beautiful Companion’.

Leather So Taut (Rock She Dances)

It’s been a while… and I’m not just divulging information about my personal life. But I’m not here to moan about a lack of hot lovin’. The healthy and exciting exploration of erotic expression does not always require a physical partner and I’ve been keeping my creative imagination (a.k.a. my dirty mind) limber for the Year of the Dragon. I thought I’d kick off my blog for the first time this year with a piece filled with potency, exploring seduction by dance as a woman whose hips don’t lie, adorned in leather, raises the passion of a lover. This erotic writing was inspired by the prompt ‘Dance’ for the weekly Wank Wednesday festival of smut hosted by wordejaculation.com (and a wonderfully sexual woman I once met who is delightfully fond of leather pants!).

Please be aware that the material posted here is intended for an ADULT Readership and contains some graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting adult characters as well as some strong language. By continuing to read you are stating that you are over the legal age of consent to read explicit material in the state you are viewing this page from. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some States/Countries) or are easily offended by strong language and scenes of a sexual nature then you should EXIT this page.

No Love Protection

Firstly an apology, it’s been a while since I have updated this blog and high time I started tending to it more regularly. Thank you to everyone who has been reading & commenting on my stories, poems & viewing my Sinful Sunday photos in my absence.

For today’s piece of new writing I’ve been working over a theme which has occupied my thoughts a great deal over the past month: protection from love. More specifically the way our past experiences of heartbreak can lead us to shy away from readily allowing ourselves to love again, to protect ourselves from the chance of similar pain. When desire takes hold of us and starts to form feelings of such power they can wrest control from us, do we push them away to save ourselves or do we let ourselves fall? As with most things it may depend on timing and personal circumstance. Are we ready? Is my life at a place of readiness for this? I don’t know the answer. But I hope this piece of writing sheds light on some of my experience, my point of view and my hopes. There is no erotic content in this poem so no age limit or content warning applies.

An Invisible Wire

The prompt this week was ‘wire’ and I have written a short yet hopefully potent and certainly graphic poem in response to this. I based the writing on the way passion for a lover draws me to them physically – a passion that can connect (as though, perhaps, by a wire) connect and drive my actions in lust.

Please be aware that the material posted here is intended for an ADULT Readership and contains some graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting adult characters as well as some strong sexual language. By continuing to read you are stating that you are over the legal age of consent to read explicit material in the state you are viewing this page from. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some States/Countries) or are easily offended by strong language and scenes of a sexual nature then you should EXIT this page.

Amongst The Clouds

A short post today for this week’s “festival of smut” as always hosted by the iridescent Ruby Kiddell of The Erotic Notebook. The prompt for this week was “clouds”, to where the characters of this mistily erotic short narrative are bound. As well as describing an erotic scene and applying metaphorical imagery this poem alludes to another aspect of the protagonist’s relationship.

Please be aware that the material posted here is intended for an ADULT Readership and contains some graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting adult characters as well as some strong language. By continuing to read you are stating that you are over the legal age of consent to read explicit material in the state you are viewing this page from. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some States/Countries) or are easily offended by strong language and scenes of a sexual nature then you should EXIT this page.