This Seduction

When desire is mutual but forbidden.

Hot wax

melts and slowly

drips in single-track

trickles,

and flows over

yesterday's  trail

to build character

and form.

 

The aroma of

lavender candles,

of perfume

and pheromones,

permeates

the dusk.

 

Sweet musk

and cherry lips

meld desire

as the darkness

begins to close in

and shadows

soften into

balmy abandon.

 

Affectionate skin surrenders

and brushes

receptive, hypersensitive skin.

 

A murmuration

of yearnings

flocks like starlings

in the half light

as fingers touch

and hands discover

hidden treasures.

 

A breath, a sigh,

a fluttering

of longing

alights upon

a willing stage

as stars collide

in a hungry frenzy,

 

to feed upon

mouth

to mouth

to mouth

passion,

 

then fall away

into the soft

willingness

of mutual lust

 

as the ache

eases

and sleep

slips softly

over us like

a warm, inviting

duvet.

 

08/10/20

Author's Note

Reviews

[Markus Anthony]

Wow!! The likening of sensual touch to a flock of birs flying, the best one for me. I have always wanted to write something erotic poetically, but it just remained a thought. Thank you for inspiring me!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hello Markus! Hope you are well and still saving lives. Look forward to reading an erotic write from your pen dear poet. Many thank yous!

[John the Baptist]

It is reassuring to know that good erotica can be written without vulgarity. Very, very sensuous imagery in this one. Like the way it builds up, reaches a peak, then slowly ebbs away. Like the act itself.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you JTB. I guess I dislike the vulgarity because it demeans a natural and precious encounter between man and woman.