- Erotic Poetry
- Wicked
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Click hereDedicated to my dear friend Legerdemer.
Her faint florescence, almond overtones,
And how they blend with scents more womanly
That seep from places in her lovely zones
And linger in her hot proximity --
The devil's in the details, so they say,
And she contrives a certain piquancy,
A sinful twist that she brings into play:
The calculated lifting of the hips
That thrills me in a most surprising way,
The bold transgressions of her fingertips,
The shocking places she is wont to kiss,
The scorching words escaping from her lips;
I love my lover's gifted wickedness,
For it transports me better than all bliss.
- COMMENTS
I fived it as it is well deserving of that score imho. I would definitely consider this an erotic poem for the content overall and certainly the line GM noted as well as a few others that are explicitly erotic. I don't have an issue with "piquancy" but I'm thinking maybe you could find something other than "contrive" because of the connotation of artificial associated with that word. I know it can also just mean "planned," but given the context of the poem it could send the wrong message. Just my nitpicky thought. Really like the poem!
I agree with Mer. I'd classify it as erotic if for no other reason than "The shocking places she is wont to kiss,"
The line with "piquancy" felt out of place to me, given the line that preceded it and the one that followed; something to enhance the image of devil and sinful perhaps in the manner of "my lover's gifted wickedness" expressed later.
This poem is classically erotic, my friend - and very classy, too. Well done. I know it's true to a form but can't think which one now. To be transported is what we all wish for. Very nice! 5* for the poetry