About the erotica
Erotica is an art,
And not pornography,
Be it an image or writing.
Erotica has some cues
From where one imagine
And get sexually tuned.
Erotica is not vulgar
In its revelation of parts.
In erotica the mind also
Engages with the body.
You get love and then sex.
Only sex is pornography.
15.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ode To Erotica
i was prude enough
to deserve their hate
when i avoided you
erotica
my hands are bound
to the old religion
contrasting commands
between the voice of
my thighs
the contractions of my
scrotum
and the call of love
the freedom of
erotica
in the forest where the
trees tower
reaching for the skirts
of the clouds
erotica
you are so beautiful
red grapes are your
lips with dew
on a very cold morning
i shed off my skin
thrown my clothes
i feel the air all over
my body
erotica
you come to me
for i am bound by the
chains of wrong beliefs
about my fire
i am burning now
erotica
be my fire
burn me more
like molten magma
i am an eruption
right in the your beautiful
face
erotica.
i am man.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pornography is about dominance. Erotica is about mutuality.
quote by Gloria Steinem
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Erotica is using a feather, pornography is using the whole chicken.
quote by Isabel Allende
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Erotica is pornography I am willing to publicly admit I like.
quote by Spider Robinson
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In practice, attempts to sort out good erotica from bad porn inevitably comes down to: What turns me on is erotica; what turns you on is pornographic.
quote by Ellen Willis
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The sound of Sunday is not holy
Mauro Giuliani’s guitar
Is played
Sonata erotica
I hear it
As I bow down
My head
My right hand
And all five fingers
Supporting
Like five pillars
To this temple
Of an unwashed
Face
Attentive to giuliani’s
Sonata erotica
On a Sunday
I face a road
Sliced by sounds
Of motorcycles
Without any
Silencers
Sonata erotica
Flamenco guitar
Entering my ears
Resting on my head
My guests this
Sunday noon
Flamenco notes
Dancing
With dainty feet
Stamping on
My brain
Erotica on Sundays
Flamenco dancers
In pink
My eyes follow
The hands
And the hips
And the feet
To this surging
Dainty Desires
In a sense
Sleep is a stranger
Whose name
I have yet to
spell.
the face of prayer
is a little bit
sketchy
its eyes
closed
its nose
blocked
by so much
phlegm
i breathe
something
erroneous
to my heart
my sister
the religious
&
the piety
as usual
is angry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Erotica is simply high-class pornography; better produced, better conceived, better executed, better packaged, designed for a better class of consumer.
quote by Andrea Dworkin
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I'm writing a new book right now that is like an erotica manifesto.
quote by Susie Bright
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Sleep is an eight-hour peep show of infantile erotica.
quote by J.G. Ballard
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Bad Girl
Something's missing and I don't know why
I always feel the need to hide my feelings from you
Is it me or you that I'm afraid of
I tell myself I'll show you what I'm made of
Can't bring myself to let you go
Bridge (first time without first "I"):
I don't want to cause you any pain
But I love you just the same
And you'll always be my baby
In my heart I know we've come apart
And I don't know where to start
What can I do
song performed by by Madonna from Erotica
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Protective sex
Once sex was sin
And now it’s fun.
A sense of adventure,
A drive of curiosity,
A feeling of worthiness
An abode of erotica.
Parents grow content,
And advise their children,
‘Have protective sex’
10.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why's It So Hard?
Why's it so hard to love one another
Why's it so hard to love
(repeat)
What do I have to do to be accepted
What do I have to say
What do I have to do to be respected
How do I have to play
What do I have to look like to feel I'm equal
Where do I have to go
What club do I have to join to prove I'm worthy
Who do I have to know
Chorus:
I'm telling you brothers
song performed by by Madonna from Erotica
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What is classical music if not the epitome of sensuality, passion, and understated erotica that popular music, even with all of its energy and life, cannot even begin to touch?
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Everlasting
A name breaks on the tip
of a pen.
Like a wildflower after a
violet end.
The yellow stripes will
enter the past,
retracing the path
of failures.
I pick up a broken thread
to weave a shade of blue flag
to open under the weight
of a guilt.
A cluster of doorknobs.
I retrieve my future
to lock the death
in erotica.
poem by Satish Verma
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Eternal Drift
A hidden lump was revealed
in annual ritual.
You flung open the gates-
to take away the regal pain.
Was it a reprisal
for a purple nail?
Withdrawl was threatening.
In the line of fire
comes the guilt.
The suicide in the goddess
womb? Celebrate if
you pull out.
Floating on the drifting
threat. The welts will sing
the erotica.
poem by Satish Verma
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Shall I Compare Thee, , , NO! !
Your erotica
so succinct
reaching apex
fingers clawing
voice screeching
in its brevity
like a sledge
slamming needle
through cotton candy.
Mine,
of epic proportions
overwhelming details
time for you to do your nails
as I fumble
and tumble my way
ocean liner
on your pond of needs
finally
enter
deep
with you
asleep.
poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo
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Sanctify…
Indian women live in two worlds,
At a time or alternatively.
The world of erotica brought by the media.
The world of female virtue
Inculcated by the Manu’s culture.
Sex scandals surge as a result.
Each scandal has equal share
From the female partner.
The forbidden fruit tasted equally.
Sanctify the scandal, the only way.
30.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Diamond Ass
Asylum erotica. Yea I said the ones on the wheels.
Doomsday machinist. Flying out the window.
She's looking strange.
Nowhere to nowhere diamonds she's got what it takes diamonds forever.
You'd be surprised. Come on baby get it in gear.
Stone-face and rawmeat. Nowhere to nowhere diamonds.
Projected from above. A dead astronaunt returns. Buried in 69.
Brain is all crystalized more horrible than before, parasite sucking style.
Hey, yea man it's out of sight. Anti-christ service.
Hey, yea man it's out of sight.
song performed by by White Zombie
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Erotica
Oh her symmetry...
Her absolute perfection!
Her voice a gentle purr
Her breath-a floral garden
Her heart- a mystery overflowing...
Eyes filled with heavens reflections;
Barefoot-she walks this evening...
Unafraid of the shadows lurking...
Fearless abandon-carries her
Swept up by desires wanton flames;
A daughter-of the night she is...
Jewels of unadulterated beauty adorn her
As she slowly dissolves into
The total rapture of lusts longing call
Where the flesh knows no boundaries
And where Erotica makes its permanent home!
By: Theodora Onken
April 15,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Right Place~~Wrong Time
I felt your Aura come, with the breeze ~
...I could smell your scent, in the frosted air
I could see your trasnluscent glimmer ~
...Even though, i knew you were
...Not here...
Coming like, the Ghost of yesteryear ~
...But so real, i could touch your face
See your skin, and your blue eyes ~
Why, i could feel, our very last embrace
...Back in time, the breeze took me ~
....Back when our love
...Was a heavenly glow~
And 'twas totally, untoucable, by ousiders
While our lust and love, continued to grow ~
...Into passions fires, we were
...A flood of love in our head ~
N'er getting enough, of one another
Un-sated, Erotica, it led ~
Into long nights, of passions screams ~
...Searching tongues and lips in
...Wanton Need ~
You ravishing me, body, mind and soul
Eventually planting, your androgenous seed ~
...But, too soon, you were gone
....The Candle Light ~
...It Disappeared...
Now, all that i have, are heated memories ~
Of the Ghost, of our yesteryears!
poem by Theodora Onken
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