Perhaps I was
cardamom
in your coffee,
scent of cinnamon
after too long;
spice of life.
Yet for you
I traversed
the Silk Roads,
entered tribal lands,
became lost.
Sacred songs
encircled me,
of wildness
and love,
holy longing.
In this desert,
arid and mysterious,
your lips
are like
water.
Are you an oasis
or mirage?
I cannot tell.
Still, I drink deeply
of you,
subsisting on
memories;
your lingering reflection
in this shimmery well
of dreams.
You left
your shadow.
Here
with me.
A dark impression of you remains,
blackly radiant with your kisses,
your resinous scents
of oudwood and amber.
Haunting enchantment;
fading golden glow;
whiff of fragrant sweet tobacco smoke;
nighttime sadness.
Midnight salt and sweat
of your skin
lingers on my tongue,
tasting of redolent spice.
You are inside me still.
I can feel you,
writhing
in and out,
our souls touching
at the hinges.
Memories of ecstasy, of betrayal;
these rich, royal colors,
all this pleasure and pain,
dark amethyst hues,
held within my glassy heart
like a powder keg.
In the same
dangerous, enticing,
volatile manner
that an enigmatic old bottle
contains a djinn.
Hello loves, my latest erotica story just dropped on Medium’s My Erotica, The Temple of Dark Eros, An Erotic Tale of Forbidden Love. The longest story I have written to date, this sexy and captivating tale explores dark themes of love, romance, sex, power and betrayal.
Here is an excerpt:
Zein lured me into The Temple of Dark Eros. The pleasure he gave me came with deep pain. I should have walked away once I realized that. There was no possible way to win.
Yet somehow I couldn’t.
My appetites are not always controllable. I’m not one of these perfect little women who drinks kale smoothies all the time and posts about it on Instagram. I eat whatever I want. I follow my cravings. I longed to taste Forbidden Love. Now I still craved something more from Zein…
I was exquisite petals.
Pink, dewy, delicate.
Your fingers opened me,
coaxed me into full bloom,
until I reddened with color,
dripped with honeyed nectar,
decorous with feminine plushness;
a gleaming pistil,
a pulsing filament.
I was this radiant bouquet,
rosy blossoms
in your artful hands.
I was a pretty ache,
geranium-scented,
my breasts budding,
legs spread,
hips splayed,
wet and open,
resplendent.
I was garlanded
with your kisses.
Adorned, adored;
I flowered.
I am offering a new treat for my readers, audio files of me reading my erotic poetry and stories in my notoriously sexy voice. I have often been told that my voice is very sensual as well as soothing to listen to.
The first audio file that I have shared here is of my poem My Body Made of Soft Earth, one of my most popular on my blog. https://eroticapoetica.com/2013/07/02/so-that-all-can-be-revealed/
Enjoy!
Check out my new erotica story on Medium “A Hot Date.”
https://myerotica.com/a-hot-date-262910e49afa?source=linkShare-56f44365d0a5-1506875033
Hailed as “an erotic fairytale — with a happy ending!” by erotica writer Vienna de Vega.
A satisfying tale of love, sex and romance.
I’d like to dedicate this story to my blogging friend from WordPress, the gorgeous Sahar of http://www.exoticescortdiary.com, who knows well the allure of a Sheik.
Lay your celestial body
over mine, lover.
I succumb
to darkness.
I surrender
my daylight
to your moonlit ardor.
You obliterate me
with your heavenly touch;
I become void.
You envelop me
in your cool skin;
you eclipse me.
And in the penumbral shadows
of our meeting,
I glow
in the golden light
of a thousand eyes —
magical, renewed,
a sight of rare beauty,
shining too bright
to even see.
