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clutch

17 Monday Jul 2017

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clutch, erotic, finger fucking, moon glow, sonnet, the tide pulls out

Bedlam with seraph-fine fingers around
your throat. Less kiss, more like how the panicked

swimmer gasps water; anything but drown
into sea-blue bloat. Anything. You licked

the bit of knuckle that your tongue could reach.
Unlike the surf nothing pulled you under

save lust; your own tidal-flow on the beach,
my face in your flood. “I want your finger

down here.” There will be bruises tomorrow.
There is a ridge that my curved thumb can clutch.

Moon glow. Sea crust. The tide pulls out. A hiss
upon stones and you break from the shallow

water. You gasp, gag, recoil from my touch
and then sigh, pulling tight against my kiss.

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patchwork

08 Friday Jan 2016

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Babylon Crashing, erotic, patchwork, quote unquote, reblog, sonnet

You’ve made a fetish doll from me. From spit

and stains, from my hair and nails. When you said:

— “I want the moon on my tongue, now give it

up to me” — You knew that, when pricked, I bled

pale light; that when, hung, suspended, drugged to

my toes, you could taste how to fly on my

skin. You say it’s about conjure, that you

can drain me, just like that. But I defy

that limp rag. You can suck patchwork veins

all day long and you still won’t get it. Moon

light is a distortion of what we want

inside. All the stolen pubes and cum stains

in the world won’t save you, it’s why you’ll soon

come back to me: hungry, hollowed eyed, gaunt.

— Babylon Crashing

mire and curls

14 Tuesday Oct 2014

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curls, erotic, fire fly, ghost light, mirco poem, mire, Poetry

ghost light fire
fly down there
in miry curls

Image

yuna: ghost of a drowned girl looks around

29 Monday Sep 2014

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art, erotic, ghost of the drowned, illustration, Yuna

ghosts of the drowned

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erotic haiku

29 Tuesday Apr 2014

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erotic, haiku, Odysseus, poem, Poetry

naked in the pool
all of my glorious scars
in sun-warmed water

][][

pleasuring myself
I don’t have a single name
to cry out, each time

][][

soon it cools and dries
smeared pearls gracing your left thigh
cum in the moonlight

][][

uncrossing her legs
hint in the shadows of lace
rush-hour subway train

][][

touch me here and here
under this indifferent ruse
I am meat dripping

][][

you don’t stand a chance
not with my ass that would tempt
both Adam and Eve

][][

t-girl at the beach
calling to Odysseus
come and see your doom

body, remember

24 Monday Mar 2014

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Body Remember, Constantine Cavafy, erotic, poem

 

 

 

 

Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires for you
that glowed plainly in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice—and some
chance obstacle made futile.
Now that all of them belong to the past,
it almost seems as if you had yielded
to those desires—how they glowed,
remember, in the eyes gazing at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.

— Constantine Cavafy (translation by Rae Dalven)

do gosto da vida libidinosa

14 Friday Mar 2014

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do gosto da vida libidinosa, erotic, poem, Poetry, Portuguese translation, taste of libidinous life

 

My skin and the wind
sings your verses
to the moon. Your body
on mine. Your willingness
to taste. Desire
to do crazy things before,
during and after. Your
tongue to know me.
My mouth to suck you.
Under the influence
of the moon
Under the taste of
libidinous life.

][][

Minha pele e o vento
canta teus versos
para a Lua. Teu corpo
no meu. Teu vontade
de sentir o gosto. Desejo
de fazer loucuras antes,
durante e depois. Da tua
língua a me conhecer.
Minha boca a te sugar.
Sob a influência
da Lua.
Sob a do gosto da
vida libidinosa.

epigrams xi.99

23 Sunday Feb 2014

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art, artist unknown, Epigrams XI.99, erotic, hentai, Martial, poem, Poetry, Roman poetry

Feb 23, 2014 (1)

Feb 23, 2014 (2)

 

De cathedra quotiens surgis — jam saepe notavi — pedicant miserae, Lesbia, te tunicae … sic constringuntur gemina Symplegade culi et nimias intrant Cyaneasque natis.

“I’ve noticed when you get up from the couch you’ve been assfucked, Lesbia, by your wretched skirts. Your skirts are caught between your massive cheeks as big as two Gibraltars — it’ll be a tight fit.”

— Martial, «Epigrams XI.99»

root bound

23 Sunday Feb 2014

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erotic, just think, midnight skag, poem, Poetry, root bound, sonnet

Midnight sweetly suck soft peaks hard ridges
a cute twitching ear. Clandestine, candle-

less acts each panting partner’s pubic fuzz
old-growth jungle in darkness the cruel

sticky fun things that we who in stillness,
nocturnal fragrance, tongues in the sun, gag

down our dear flora moon’s rootbound tresses.
Holding captive junk, black ink, midnight skag,

eyelids close — our hats tipped forward, low slung
guns, or pecs or whatever you call it.

Just think: I will never sleep with you, you’ll
never know such love, or taste such a tongue.

And yet you go on — thinking all this shit
is good. And it is. It is just awful.

the sick art

11 Tuesday Feb 2014

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erotic, horror versus terror, poem, Poetry, sonnet, the sick art, the time has come

The time has come to tell tales of the dead.
Strictly speaking, terror is rational

fear, fear of what is known; horror, instead,
is fear of all that is irrational.

The night versus the day. Dionysus
versus Apollo. But the erotic

world has no such separations; lewdness
is just what we make it. I know the sick

art to make you flood; the soft seduction.
A slick, sultry mouthful; these are queer tastes.

Do you care? Day or night? Crude or sublime?
Rational? Irrational? Moon or sun?

Living or dead? When your dam bursts
I will drown, going down for the third time.

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