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Erotic Poetry: More Orgasm Poems
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Erotic Poetry: More Orgasm Poems I'm fascinated in the relationship between logos and eros, and I'm curious about whether developing a richer, more complex, more beautiful and shared language for talking and thinking about sex and<b> eros </font></b>can heighten our experience of lovemaking or help us feel more or intensify the moments when seductive talk gives way to incarnating words in the flesh. Or to resort to metaphor, I'm curious about how words lubricate and moisten the mind and how visualization and verbalization of sex in the mind and imagination enhances our longing and anticipation and experience of it. Researchers will say that the most significant key to whether couples have a satisfying sex life together is the degree to which they feel open and free and honest to talk about it. The one advantage of long distance relationships or any relationship where one engages in correspondence about the relationship is that the writing about sex helps sear the experience of it in memory and spur the anticipation of it. A writer lives an experience twice: the first time in action and the second time through words...and it's fun to experience sex not just in action but through sharing memories of past sex and sharing fantasies about future sex. Part of this little reflection on the relationship of logos and<b> eros </font></b>is prompted by my own reflection about the experience of lovemaking with with woman who wrote the poems I've recently been posting in blogs. I'm a sucker for poetry as well as a sucker for beautiful, joyous, intense, unihibited erotic play and lovemaking, and I loved how our lovemaking was enhanced or affected by her writing and sharing poems about it. Here's another poem: "His - Orgasm" Your orgasm for me I can say simply…. Bombs bursting in air. Rising up from the deepest silos Buried below… Yes - but before all of that I find you there There - down there In my cunt - your cock Its doin' its strut A Marine proud and strong Standing straight up Shoulders back - lookin' broad and long. I - so so wet for you We're already beyond the screw Into the deep - The deep deep yearn for you Do that thing That thing Bip bee dee Bop Plop that cock On my clitoris head Mad with sensation Shivered with hungry Want You Bliss Play my clit Play it like this Blip dee dee blop Jazzed up cock Sliding so well just On the outside On my wanton wild wet Wetted labium lips Tip of you Shoot the Surprise - the guy Thrust me deep I find to meet And thrusting back I'm jackin' I'm jack in Me off and slidin' me up Hips bounce up Hips pounce up Grabbin' you Plunging me Suckin' you in Full shaft plunged to hilt I'm on tilt All rockets go Bouncing bad Hips pop Hip hop Full clad rod Deep thou prod Hips - hip hop Rise and grab Crescendo builds No standin' still Crescendo builds I'm following you UP You're bursting forth I can keep up I'm following you up Rapid power Cannon fodder Bang me Baby Bang me bad That's the best orgasm I eva' had Bombs burstin' in air I'm cuming I'm followin' you there I go again..... Cuz yours its still cumin through And it's BIG So Big No, I'm not scared Hear it rumbling from deep below I know This is the Big One Seismograph on tilt Cock hard to the hilt Jammin' me home Ground of being shakes Rolling waves Raw power make Shakin' me down To deepest drones of Kettle drums The land boils With seismic rolls Earthquake country The locals told We'd be shakin' to The deepest bones When this one came Undulations abound Satiatin' bliss waves Shock the ground. I'm rearranged By sheer power of Marching resonance I am devastated In glory of cascading waves Of pleasure. You hear great groans of ecstasy That's me... As bombs burst in air. My god baby - that was a Big One. His Orgasm Stirs the Goddess This one was big baby This one… Reached deep it did Into the earth Stirred my subterranean life Awakened the Dark Goddess From her dormancy Her Voice Rises The Sound of cello The sound of bassoon She ‒ her darkened beauty Returned - resurfaced From tomb of ancient days Resurrected in the Primordial power Of he who liberates. |
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Enjoyed very much the poem... specially... this part Earthquake country The locals told We'd be shakin' to The deepest bones When this one came Undulations abound Satiatin' bliss waves Shock the ground. for more than obvious reasons which resonate beyond the local... jaja... really fine poem! Couldn't help relate it to remember Soda Stereo's "Cuando pase el temblor"... Yo, caminaré entre las piedras Hasta sentir el temblor, en mis piernas A veces tengo temor, lo sé A veces vergüenza Estoy sentado en un cráter desierto Sigo aguardando el temblor en mi cuerpo Nadie me vio partir, lo sé Nadie me espera Hay una grieta en mi corazón Un planeta con desilusión Sé que te encontraré en esas ruinas y ya no tendremos que hablar del temblor Te besaré en el temblor, lo sé Será un buen momento Hay una grieta en mi corazón Un planeta con desilusión El temblor, despiértame cuando pase el temblor.
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5/22/2009 3:46 am |
"I'm curious about how words lubricate and moisten the mind and how visualization and verbalization of sex in the mind and imagination enhances our longing and anticipation and experience of it. " I am living proof of the effect of select and erotic and sensuous and sensual words... Inteligencia=erotismo 
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