If only I had the power and poise of a ringmaster
I would create a circus to amuse you,
of daredevil stunts and exotic pleasures.
Already I have flipped and dove
like an acrobat
for you.
Flying into thin air
and falling into the net
of nothing.
I have performed for you
my titillating burlesque show.
I have given you too many sweets.
But I have not lead you
inside the lion’s den,
nor fed you to the hungry tigers.
You are a strange one, my love.
Not made of soft earth like me,
but of fire,
and the wind
that feeds it.
Your mother ran out of milk
while you were still suckling.
Lack became your preferred feast.
Now you crave the torment
of a dry breast,
a woman who gives nothing.
If only
I could give you that!
Maybe someday, someday
I will stop loving you
and seduce you
the right way.
erotica poetica 
Utterly intriguing and deliciously erotic
Wow beautiful spirit.
Thank you for stopping by.
Thanks for your visit my dear
Reblogged this on aithniesfire and commented:
The words of another, so perfect!
I love this one! I had to reblog it so I can read it again… 😉
thanks, I am honored that you liked it 🙂
Beautiful and sorrowful, the poor beloved who wants nothing, the poor lover whose arms are empty with fullness.
Yeah, ridiculous contradiction
Reblogged this on eroticapoetica and commented:
I am angry and sad today about the unfairness of life. I long for a life in which I could openly love a man without inevitably pushing him away or causing him to rampantly take advantage of me.