I am ripe for you
so juicy, red and swollen.
My love: harvest me.
Erotic Poetry
Delicious
come here my lover
you are too delicious
so I must eat you
So Naughty
You set me ablaze today.
I was stoked
by the glint of excitement in your eye
when you came
into my bedroom
and saw me
lying supine on the bed,
wearing only my panties,
my breasts bared for you,
full and aching, nipples erect and pink,
waiting
in delicious heat
for your manly touch.
You pounced upon me
like a wolf,
eating and licking.
You were an animal,
feral and hungry.
Your voice
a low growl
in my ear.
You have made me so naughty.
You have ruined me
for other men.
You have perhaps never been
so tasty
as you were today.
You are a fire
that burns through my dreams
razing everything
in its wake.
Springtime/Astarte
I know I am surprising sometimes,
in my rawness,
in my nakedness,
in how I feel tonight,
soft skin smooth and moist
rubbing between my thighs,
no panties
beneath my skirt.
Tickled and tasted
by the air.
I am the bees in springtime,
gathering nectar,
making honey.
From the fertile center
of myself,
pleasure buds
like flowers do from bulbs,
sensual and fragrant,
ethereal.
I was named
for a pagan goddess,
a woman
who’s body’s ecstasy
was a special kind of worship.
Like Easter:
I come
in the springtime.
A Gate
I am
a gate
open to you
who has the key
to everything.
Timbuktu
I am
an ancient city,
my love.
Of stark poetry,
of hidden delights
and unseen treasures,
a womb in the desert
you may return to
someday.
You may see me as
crumbling walls
and ramshackle forts,
desperate hunger
and impoverishment,
but in the patient quiet of the night
I am vividly alive,
lighting the sky
with the soft glow of my million hazy stars;
singing my lullabies that are
traditional story-songs,
my willowy melodies
gently haunting.
I will lead you down my long romantic winding pathways,
into the hidden crevices of myself,
and there you will glimpse
my illustrious manuscripts,
read my magnificent golden script,
the vastness of my humanity
and my wisdom
unveiled
and laid bare
for you.
Come,
my love,
enter
inside my city,
enter
inside my story,
enter
inside me.
Spelled
ornate stars stud sky
lighting a quiet longing
spelled under the moon
Tonight
Tonight
I am a gift,
waiting
to be opened.
I will spoil you with riches.
Just please:
return to me.
Latin Lover
Tonight I went salsa dancing at El Palomar Ballroom,
watched the couples flowing
rhythmically together,
thrusting and twirling,
entwining like vines,
heels sliding gracefully
across the floor,
and I could not help but think
of you.
Of how at the club
you held me close against your chest,
wrapped your arms around me,
squeezed the rounds of my breasts,
your hands large, like pads of nopal,
and you kissed my ear,
and roughly spanked my ass
and said:
“I’ll dance with you
in bed.”
My latin lover,
you are so sabroso,
so spicy,
so rrrrrico,
so mmmmm…
You captivate me
with your hips
that sway
against mine
to the fluttering heartbeat
of the Earth Mother.
A glass of sangria.
Por favor.
Another shot
and I am drunk
on your caliente beat,
your fino brown skin,
your suave moves,
your animal lust.
When you want me,
you WANT me.
You are primal,
you are graceful,
you are so macho
but tender
like a squash blossom
and I want
to dance with you
all night long
until el pinche tequila sunrise.
Love Potion
My love potion is made of:
geranium, mandarin orange, lemon, cardamom, sandalwood, patchouli, ylang ylang, and jasmine oils,
as well as other ingredients:
wistful hope,
cunning need,
fearful longing,
the surprising perseverance
of an oft-broken heart.
I am an uncommon sorceress,
love my only spell.
I will weave my dazzling web of dreams
for you to catch upon.
And once you do,
well…
let the games begin.
You must be terribly manly
to arouse my seductive passions.
But if you charm me,
I will take you
against my bosom like an eternal mother — a cute little mamacita, that is,
and hold you there in the thrall
of luscious pleasure,
spreading the length of my curves against you,
touching you
in all the right places.
I will feast upon you lavishly, leaving no part of you untasted,
open the mouth of myself wide for you,
swallow you heartily down.
I will cook you your favorite foods.
My tongue will fill your ear
with kind words of encouragement,
with decadent flattery,
stroke
your ego.
I will make myself delicious to you.
Soon you will begin to crave me
on your tongue.
You will become addicted
to my love.
So drink a sip of my love potion.
Then let the games begin…
