Awarded With a Liebster

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I get so tickled by the love that I get on my blog.  Recently I was nominated for a Liebster Award by The Woman Invisible http://www.thewomaninvisible.wordpress.com.  I am thankful for her appreciation of my poetry and honored by the acknowledgement.  I very much enjoy reading her blog, which is full of witty, engaging posts about her experiences with ending her marriage and seeking an affair.  Her stories are fascinating for a single gal like me who hasn’t even gotten my ears wet with a marriage, let alone an affair.

This award comes with a lot of juicy questions for me to answer, but awards on wordpress also come with rules, and everyone knows I am a good little girl so of course I am following the rules and let’s be clear about what those are.   Then we will get to my intimate confessions.

1. Thank the person who nominated you and post a link to their blog on your blog.

Again thanks to The Woman Invisible http://www.thewomaninvisible.wordpress.com, you are very sweet.

2. Display the award on your blog by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”.

I have done so, though I’m sure you’d probably prefer to see a pic of my gorgeous boobs.

3. Answer 11 questions about yourself which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.

My answers are posted below for all inquiring minds.

4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.

Nothing about me is random but I’ll try.

5. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs you feel deserve this award, who have less than 1000 followers.

How to choose when I love you all so much…

6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.

I am consulting my crystal ball on the most pertinent questions.

7. List these rules on your post.

Once you have written and published it, you then have to:

8. Inform people/blogs that they have been nominated for the Liebster Award and provide a link for them to your post so they can learn about it (they might not have heard of it!) .

This is a no brainer for me.  I can’t keep a secret for nothing.

 

Okay, okay, okay phewf; we’re done with the rules, now to the goods.

 

11 Facts About Me:

1. I am a classic Millennial; I value traveling, creative projects, community, and having experiences over stability and material possessions.

2. I communicate with the spirits of plants and especially edible plants.  One of my fondest such memories was of a conversation I had with Coffee Bean.

3. I am extremely knowledgable about gourmet cheeses.  I once opened up a cheese shop for a large corporation due to my expertise.

4. I studied yoga in South India and experienced Tantric revelation while there, riding the wave of one particularly powerful orgasm.

5. I am not afraid of death, only sometimes of life.

6. Nothing physically unsafe has ever happened to me.  I grew up in a functional loving family.  I really don’t have any excuses.

7. I wanted to be a writer since the age of six when I first learned to write.

8. I am extremely gifted at finding the most delicious food in any location or situation.  I am great to hang with you if you like to eat well.

9. I am a California state licensed massage therapist and give amazing yummy massages.

10.  Kids adore me but I have not yet had any children of my own.  I hope to some day.

11. My family is the goofiest and on special occasions we often compose funny songs and poems for each other.

 

11 Questions from The Woman Invisible for me to answer:

1. Are you more honest in your blog than real life?

It just depends on who I am talking to.  I am very honest with my close confidants.  One particularity about me is that I don’t really believe in confidentiality.   I believe all that is known allows us to understand more and grow.  If anything I am always seeking to perceive truth at a deeper level.
2. Do you believe in monogamy?

“Believe” is a funny word.  I wish I could have a monogamous relationship with a man that I adore.  However I am not seeing the proof in the pudding that this is possible for me right now.  I am aware that monogamous relationships are difficult to maintain, especially in American society today where it seems that the social fabric does not really support them.  My parents have a strong monogamous relationship, but they are working with a cultural model that is related to our Jewish ancestry in Eastern Europe.
3. What’s the sexiest thing about you?

It’s hard to know what is sexy about yourself, what others perceive in you, but I suspect that in my case what people are drawn to is my sensual comfort in my own skin.  I have a deep grounding in my knowing of the beauty of being human and the love that emanates from this place.  Even though sometimes my spark has diminished I have always managed to rekindle it and keep it alive.
4. Have you ever met another blogger?

No, though I have had a couple near misses with the amazing Sahar of http://www.exoticescortdiary.com.  She is like a soul sister to me.  I still hope to meet with her sometime.

5. What’s your favorite color and why?

My favorite color is pink.  It is so soft and feminine, so sweet.  I love sweetness.
6. What song/song lyrics can always make you cry? Include a clip here….

A boyfriend played this song for me on my birthday once.  This song is bittersweet for me because I wish life was more like a Rainbow Country.
7. Summer or Winter?

Summer definitely.  I love tropical places best.  I moved to California and left all the cold behind.
8. Best sex ever? And don’t leave out the good parts….

This is a hard one; often times when I have wonderful sex I write a poem about it to revisit that moment again.   I think right now my favorite time was pretty recently, the last time I reunited with my lover after a period of separation.  We were so hungry for each other.  I find you are best able to savor the flavors when you are truly hungry.  Each touch was like a revelation.  I was so turned on; I came like 10 times.  My lover was so aroused that he came twice and stayed hard without skipping a beat, before he finally washed out on the third time.  My poem about that experience was called  Bittersweet https://eroticapoetica.wordpress.com/2014/05/02/bittersweet-2/

9. Just how crazy are you?

I am crazy enough that twice I had viral meningitis and believed that I was being energetically attacked.   But I am not wild and erratic in my behavior for the most part.  I may seem crazy with my metaphysical beliefs but I do not act crazy; I’m pretty stable and steady.
10. Sex, drugs, or rock and roll? What’s your poison?

Sex definitely.

11. What is the sexiest thing you have posted? Add the link here.

Hmmm…I post a lot of sexy stuff.  I think my sexiest might have been a little story called Break Me Open: A Tale of Erotic Massage https://eroticapoetica.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/break-me-open-a-tale-of-erotic-massage/

And now, my own nominations:

http://portraitsofmyashtray.wordpress.com/  Incredibly lyrical and poetic blog about a wild wandering heart

http://shamelesslyguiltless.wordpress.com  Riveting, sexy tales from a vibrant, naughty woman

http://submissivenightowl.wordpress.com/  Deeply insightful

http://thebreakdownoftaboo.wordpress.com/ Clever and interesting poetry and writings

http://indianwomanofpleasure.com/ An honest journal of self-discovery

 

My questions for you:

1. What was one of the happiest experiences of your life?

2. Where is one of your favorite places to be?

3. What is the sexiest thing a partner can do for you?

4. What is one of your best food memories?

5. Barefoot or shoes?  If shoes, what kind?

6. Did you ever surprise yourself with a post on your blog?

7. What is the most wild thing about you?

8. If you were to move to another country, which would it be?

9. What’s one of the naughtiest things you ever did?

10. What’s your philosophy in one sentence?

11. Who is one of your favorite poets?

 

Blessings to all! Love, Pua Nani

 

The Birth of eroticapoetica

I guess I was born to write erotic poetry he he.

I decided I wanted to be a writer when I was 6 years old.  I was just learning to read and write at that time.  I loved the thought of being able to express all the vast richness of my inner experience, all the beauty, all the mystery.  I had memorized the names of the authors of my favorite children’s books and they were my heroes.  Writing was considered a glorious achievement in the bookish, intellectual environment that I grew up in (near Harvard University).

I kept little diaries as a child, making entries every once in awhile, whenever the whim struck me, mostly mundane tales about the day’s events or an overwrought description of some place that I had visited.  However these tepid entries bored me; what I longed to write about was the thing that was most interesting in my life: my crushes on boys, the consuming passion around which my days revolved.

But I was scared to give voice to this subject, as I considered it so taboo.  My desirous feelings, my vulnerability, my sensuality, all seemed too private and shameful a secret to openly divulge.  I worried that my mother might discover my diaries and read them.  Dating, sexuality and romance was an uncomfortable topic in my family.  It was not really discussed, or if it was, it was accompanied by an embarrassed giggle.  I think it was not regarded as wrong so much as simply uncomfortable.

When I was in high school I fell in love for the first time, lost my virginity, and I also wrote my first poems, which were published in a high school journal.  One was inspired by my first lover.  It contained some references to things that were meaningful for me in that relationship, some details from nights we had spent together, but it was still vague and allusive, only indirectly romantic.  My mother was impressed with the poem, as were the teachers who published it.

When I was in college in New York, I wrote a poem for one of my writing classes.  This one was inspired by a moment in the summer when I was swimming in a Massachusetts lake and the guy that I had a crush on at the time appeared on the beach (looking hot in his swimsuit!), but did not see me.  I had been deliberately vague about the emotional content; the poem had what I thought were oblique references to my desirous feelings.  And yet my teacher enthusiastically analyzed the poem at length in front of the whole class as an erotic poem.  Apparently it was full of erotic metaphors that even I was not aware of!

I was very unsophisticated at that time when it came to sexuality.  I had only had one boyfriend.  I liked sex with him sometimes, but mostly just kissing and making out was appealing to me, not the sex act itself.  I had not yet figured out how to have an orgasm during sex.  Sometimes with him I would wish sex could just be over already as I didn’t know how to make it more pleasurable for me.  He got interested in porn and wanted to experiment with different things yet I found that all unpleasant and degrading, a little scary.  I had been masturbating since I was a little girl and I liked that, but I considered it almost irrelevant to sex with a partner.  I felt that was my own thing, between me and the gods alone.

It was many years and a handful of boyfriends later when I really started to become comfortable with sex.  With one caring, accepting partner I felt brave enough to touch myself during sex the way that I did when I masturbated; lo and behold I was able to cum with him inside me.  That was a watershed moment for me.  I think too many women never feel safe enough to allow themselves the space to find what it is that will make sex truly pleasurable for them.  Often they feel pressured by various sources, religion, society, their partner, etc. for things to be a certain way.  From my experience, I would say that first you have to know how to give yourself pleasure, then you have to be willing to share that with your partner, and you may be surprised by what comes (cums?) he he.

It was only after I moved to California a couple of years ago that I met my current lover, the star of many of my poems.  With him I got to experience sex in a way that was far beyond what I ever could before.  I had always dreamt, like I think many people do, of one day having really fantastic mind-blowing passionate sex.  Sex I had before had been good, nice, pleasant.  But something about the chemistry between me and this guy is so right that our sex has always been phenomenal, from the very first time.  It is creative, fun, intense, emotional.  And with time it only keeps getting better.

Not long after I first met this lover, after only a few months had passed, I thought (erroneously it turned out) that the relationship was over.  I was sad, grieving my loss, and still wanting to be with him again at the same time.  I was walking around San Francisco, feeling all those powerful feelings, and suddenly a poem appeared on the horizon of my mind.  I could perceive the shape of it, the way you can sense the rain hidden in the clouds, and I was shocked because this was a sexually explicit poem. I was shocked and delighted at the same time.  I saw the possibility to walk through a doorway into being someone who I always wanted to be but never had been before: the girl who writes openly about her deepest, most passionate feelings and desires.

I went and sat down in a coffee shop and that poem poured out of me like a flood.  It is one of the earliest poems that I posted on this blog.  This is it:

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Last Encounter, A Poem

There is a place
in a far away dreamtime
where you and I
make love
on Indian Time.

That is, outside of time entirely.
Ethereally,
in lucid fantasy.

Desires percolate in rich imagery,
become enunciated in language;
we talk dirty to one another,
savoring our
fervid words
in our waiting bodies,
that burn with anticipation…

Then we meet,
in this imaginary place,
this luxurious bedroom
of dreamtime,
rabid with hunger for each other.
Lips kiss artfully, eyes stare each other down,
tongues go wild,
consuming,
devouring
every inch
of one another,
mixing salty skin with saliva,
hard and soft mingling,
becoming wet, messy,
with the juices
of our passion…
Deliciously wet.

In this dreamy realm of sex,
I suck your cock and swallow you whole.
I drink the elixir of your cum
and it fortifies me to fuck you endlessly.
Here you enter me every which way, spit on me, slap me, bite me,
lick gently the hollow of my back,
delicately,
as you penetrate me from behind,
in and out…
Exquisitely.

Here all fantasies are fulfilled and still more emerge,
as we each understand perfectly
the humanity of each other,
intuitively,
sensitively.

And so we twist our bodies every which way
in pleasure,
moan, scream, pant, speak vulgar poetry to one another…
I eat your ass as you do me, doggy style,
I suck, over and over again your cock, wet
from being inside
the tightness of my asshole;
you reach your fingers up into my pussy,
pressing skillfully,
while you fill me, fuck me,
and make me cum,
again and again,
until we both ejaculate all over each other,
savoring the sweetness of our own nectar,
with our tongues
licking, sucking, kissing, teasing,
playfully…

Rhythmically, gracefully…

So hot…

So this is dreamtime,
a fleeting dream, real,
imagined, insubstantial, surreal,
an ephemeral imago
of making love to
to Santiago.