Lost

370FFF9B-4540-4E6D-88B9-627D40AD2854.jpegPerhaps 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.

Your Shadow

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.

The Temple of Dark Eros ~ New Erotica Story

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…

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When I Was A Flower

 

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.

 

 

New! Listen to Me Reading My Erotic Poetry

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!

 

 

 

 

New Erotic Story: “A Hot Date” 

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.

 

Eclipse Me

eclipses-434338_1920Lay 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.