An Erotic Man
an erotic man
takes another woman away
and she is carried away
until another man
pumps bullets
and then the erotic man is taken away
by her husband
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She must touch mine {adult contents}
I must touch the woman to grow erotic;
No need that she should.
I must kiss the woman to grow erotic;
No need that she should.
I must feed on her than she on me.
The only arena where
She can make me erotic
Is when she takes mine in her palm.
27.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man to be a man to women
A manly man is erotic
in stimulating a woman.
He takes her to heaven.
A womanly man is erotic
in being stimulated by a woman.
She sends him to heaven.
24.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Exotic and erotic
I strongly incline my ears,
My sight i vividly open,
You complete my whole,
Your words and your touch,
Exotic and erotic
Your soft skin i long to touch,
Your tender voice i like,
My heart filled with desire,
Desire to love you more,
Exotic and erotic
Lets make a baby,
The pride of my seed,
So shall it be then,
Your love i desire,
Please rescue thee,
Exotic and erotic
Touch me like that,
Hold me like this,
Kiss me right there
Yes you are,
So erotic and exotic
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The phenomenon of desire
A man is more erotic
In desiring a woman
Than her desiring him.
A woman is more erotic
In tempting him to desire
Than her desiring him.
11.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?
quote by Egon Schiele
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Part of the lesbian consciousness is an absolute recognition of the erotic within our lives and, taking that a step further, dealing with the erotic not only in sexual terms.
quote by Audre Lorde
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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a poem about Adam
there is stored force
in your hands running through
your fingers
it is erotic.
there are eight hills below
those sturdy hands
there is tiny circular pond
deprived of water
nearby is a forest with bushes
black and bereft of leaves
pygmy hair
you see a bone but you
rather call it a tree of life
it is so erotic
there are no clouds which are heavy
some drops of rain pour down
there is an explosion inside the mind
it is not yet on the month of July
it is so erotic
it is life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Get Erotic
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
And they hit the rocks.
Like their heads had knocked against,
Acknowledged nonsense.
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
And they hit the rocks.
Like they got up from a shock,
That all their bubbles popped!
And they found out...
They were isolated and locked.
And they found out...
Life is not about what they've got!
And they found out...
They were isolated and locked.
And they found out...
The bottom rushes to the top.
When you're dropping,
Isolated.
When your'e dropping,
And locked.
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
And they hit the rocks.
Like they got up from a shock,
That all their bubbles popped!
And they found out...
They were isolated and locked.
And they found out...
The bottom rushes to the top.
When you're dropping,
Isolated.
When your'e dropping,
And locked.
When you're dropping,
Isolated.
When your'e dropping,
And locked.
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
Like they got up from a shock,
That all their bubbles popped!
And isolated,
When their droppin'
Isolated,
And locked.
Isolated,
When their droppin'
Isolated,
And locked.
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic,
When their droppin' isolated and locked.
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic,
When their droppin' isolated and locked.
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thunderpuss GHV2 Megamix
Hey mister DJ
Put a record on
Tell me love isnt true
Its just something that we do
Tell me everything Im not
But please dont tell me to stop
Please dont (ah)
Please dont
Please dont tell me to stop
Dont you ever
(Give it up, do as I say)
(Give it up, do as I say)
Erotic, erotic
Put your hands all over my body
Erotic, erotic
Put your hands all over my body
(mm, mm)
Erotic, erotic
Put your hands all over my body
(mm, mm)
Erotic, erotic
Mm, mm
Somethings coming over
Mm, mm
Somethings coming over
Mm, mm
Somethings coming over me
My babys got a secret
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Mm, mm (youre frozen)
Give yourself to me
Mm, mm (youre frozen)
You hold the key
Do you know
What it feels like for a girl
Do you know
What it feels like in this world
For a girl
Youd love to know what its like, wouldnt you?
What it feels like for a girl
Ive always been in love with you (always with you)
I guess youve always known its true (you know its true)
You took my love for granted why, oh why
The show is over say goodbye
Say goodbye
(You recognize my voice?
Its Madonna
You can hear me?)
Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper
I cant help falling in love
I fall deeper and deeper
The further I go
Kisses sent from heaven above
They get sweeter and sweeter
The more that I know
The deeper, the deeper, the deeper I go
Youve got to just
Let your body move to the music
Music, music, music, music
Music makes the people
Come together, yeah
Music makes the borgoisie and the rebel
Quicker than a ray of light
Quicker than a ray of light
Quicker than a ray of light
Then I feel like I just got home
And I feel
And I feel like I just got home
And I feel
(Laughs)
song performed by by Madonna
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Daily Love, Daily Bread
jesus and father above
daily let us love
this very pleasant way
in each other
every which way!
pleasure-seekers
honest and real
inspire us with passion
the best way to feel
fill others as stars in your skies
with your God-given erotic highs
love from the heart too
direct from you two
in us - your erotic mind
such sensual treasure we find!
thanks for such good 'fishing'
off heaven's banks
poem by Harlan Simantel
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Janette
Out of your sweet lips came love,
Out of your lovely hands came romance,
And out of your soft body came something so sweet!
Oh Janette, you are my lover on this love boat forever.
Erotic is your name and erotic is your love,
For i met sweet love in your blue eyes on the first day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fear Of Flying
by erica jong
the most uninhibited
delicious
erotic novel of a woman
ever written
and then
continue with
parachutes and kisses
the woman
exposing her most
intimate sexual feelings
it is all about women
in a completely
new way
why not?
go beyond the
catcher in the rye
and portnoy's complaint
sass, brightness and
take a bite
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Super Woman
She is very strong, does not complain about anything
she makes mistake, but still moving forward
Her husband is so proud of her
She takes responsibility husband home or not.
She did do all the paper works and gave her husband to sign.
She do everything, by herself. Everything
Super woman, who is like her?
She is every woman, wonder woman.
You know when you see her.
poem by Modupe Obatuyi
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I find the selectivity of erotic love - the choice of this man or this woman - much more intelligible if liking the person is the origin of sexual interest, rather than the other way.
quote by Mortimer Adler
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Women Are Redundant
Amorous songs arouse.
Erotic scenes arouse.
Woman at sight arouse.
They are the substitutes
To the denial of sex.
Having been used to it,
Men dispense with women.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It's Kinetic
It's kinetic.
Active and lively.
Relating to a motion noticed.
And...
Shown with a focus that can be,
Denoted.
It's kinetic,
And assists in erotic zones.
It's kinetic,
Never isolated or alone.
It's kinetic,
And everyone can say they own it...
A piece of this movement.
It's kinetic,
And assists in erotic zones.
It's kinetic,
Never isolated or alone.
It's kinetic,
And everyone can say they own it...
A piece of this movement.
It's kinetic.
'I don't care what others condone.'
But it's kinetic.
'I just want to be alone.'
Even if it is kinetic?
'You can do it by yourself alone...
THAT movement.'
But it's kinetic.
'I just want to be alone.'
It's kinetic.
'I don't care what others condone.'
Even if it is kinetic?
'You can do it by yourself alone...
THAT movement.'
It's kinetic,
And assists in erotic zones.
It's kinetic,
Never isolated or alone.
It's kinetic,
And everyone can say they own it...
A piece of this movement.
It's kinetic.
Active and lively.
Relating to a motion noticed.
And...
Shown with a focus that can be,
Denoted.
And...
Better when shared.
It's kinetic,
And assists in erotic zones.
It's kinetic,
Never isolated or alone.
It's kinetic,
And everyone can say they own it...
A piece of this movement.
And it's...
Better when shared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can't Know Love
You can't know love,
If it's symbolic.
No you can't know love,
If you're myopic.
No you can't know love,
When trying to cop it...
With a selfishness wished.
Oh no you can't know love,
If it's symbolic.
No you can't know love,
If you're myopic.
No you can't know love,
If you're erotic...
And neurotic a bit.
People claim to wish a bit of romance.
From those they want to snuggle up close,
And hold.
People claim they aim to have one true love.
But also they are wanting satisfaction,
That's ecstatic.
In an everlasting act!
But no you wont know love,
If you're irratic.
Or you wont know love,
If you're dramatic.
Oh no you wont have love...
If uncommited,
It will always exists.
Oh no you can't know love,
If it's symbolic.
No you can't know love,
If you're myopic.
No you can't know love,
If you're erotic...
And neurotic a bit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All art is erotic.
quote by Gustav Klimt
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Man Who Mistook His Mistress For A Violin
The man who mistook his mistress for a violin
is the subject of a book by J. M. Coetzee.
Mistaking music for a mistress is a sin
more serious that to eat bread without saying motsi.
When sex becomes a contest in which you subject
erotic will to your opponent who’s a wench,
don’t treat her like a piece of bread and don’t object
if she declares she is not ready yet to bensch.
Motsi is the Hebrew name of a piece of bread a Jew may not eat before saying a blessing, hamotsi lehem min ha’arets, meaning “He who brings forth bread from the earth.” Bensch means “bless, ” and in the context of eating bread it refers to the blessing that in Hebrew is called birkat hamazon, meaning “the blessing for food.” Coetzee’s description of himself as “the man who mistook his mistress for a violin” is clearly an allusion to Oliver Sacks’s story of the man with visual agnosia who mistook his wife for a hat.
The poem was in part inspired by Tim Parks’s review of J. M. Coetzee’s “Summertime: A Fiction, ” a novel that may or may not be autobiographical (“The Education of ‘John Coetzee, ’” NYR (February 11,2010) :
Following Boyhood (1997) and Youth (2002) , Summertime concludes J.M. Coetzee's autobiographical trilogy. It is a teasing and surprisingly funny book, at once as elaborately elusive and determinedly confessional as ever autobiography could be. If Boyhood and Youth were remarkable for Coetzee's use of the third person (the author declining to identify with his younger self) and the present tense (a narrative device more commonly associated with fiction than memoir) , Summertime takes both distancing and novelizing a step further. Despite our seeing Coetzee's name on the cover and hence assuming the author alive and well, we are soon asked to believe that he is now dead, the book being made up of five interviews conducted by an anonymous biographer who is speaking to people he presumes were important to the writer during the years 1972–1975.
Coetzee writes about the affair he has, possibly fact, possibly fiction, with a psychotherapist called Julia:
John, she says, was actually “a minor character” in a drama played out between herself and her husband. While the latter was traveling, the lovers enjoyed an “erotic entanglement” in the marital bed. Yet John was peripheral to her life; at the one moment when she was ready to leave her husband and he could have become a major player, he “took fright” and snuck out of the hotel where she was sleeping….Certainly there’s comedy to be had in the description of this willfully unassertive man partnering a woman who sees sex “as a contest, a variety of wrestling in which you do you best to subject your opponent to your erotic will.” “He was not in my league, ” Julia complains. When John tries to persuade her to moderate her lovemaking to fir the slow movement of a Schubert string quintet, the better to “re-experience” the sexual feelings of a bygone age, Julia shows him the door. “The man who mistook his mistress for a violin, ” she comments.
1/30/10
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Better outlet
Many poets in the past
Burst out their lust
For their unavailable Queens
In their refined Classics.
Pity! Their words were never heard by their Queens.
Faculty was at its best
As I burst out my quest
For my misfit Queen
In my outburst verses.
Gaiety! My words got to her hand.
The poets found their solace just
In ejaculation of their cries.
In me the solace is the ocean
For my cries reached the destination..
Who-else will get that sanction?
Ejaculation of desire is
The only source of their solace.
Insertion of desire in addition is
My source for greater solace.
If met with infusion, it is marvelous!
Ejaculation itself is pleasure.
If met with insertion it is erotic.
I am fortunate to be erotic.
08.06.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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