Erotic Arts And Letters

[simon b]

ang bayag kong nagungulila

sa haplos ng 'yong dila

hanggang kailan magtitiis

sa kanyang pangangamatis?

[nohankypanky]

ramdam ko ang init

ng mga labi mong dati-rati'y nanlalamig sa kaba.

 

ramdam ko ang nginig

ng sandata mong walang pakialam...

sa alindog kong kusa ko nang itinatapon sa iyong harapan.

 

ramdam ko ang lagablab.

ramdam ko ang kati.

ramdam ko ang pagsanib.

 

sinasagot din pala ang mga makamundong dasal.

 

at kusa kang nagpatiwakal sa kasarapan.

 

 

 

 

ito pala ang pakiramdam na kumitil.

[simon b]

ang bikini nyang di buhol

kulay itim at asul

 

di ko na tinanggal

di na nya mahubad

 

nagsalang ng cd

saka pinatugtog

 

nagsuot ng cd

saka ipinasok

[sha79]

Nakiraan ako sa isang katawan

patungo sa anyong ito at inibig

ang mamuhay sa komplikadong paraan

Isa akong malalang sakit na nakakahawa.

Ang bawat salita at ngiting lumalabas sa bibig ko'y

parang isang mikrobyo na dala-dala.

 

Isa akong Bossa nova na nang-gagayuma.

Sa tulad mong minsan lang kung makita.

ngunit,madalas ay Natatakot akong

makita ka na nagpapatangay sa aking musika

sa ulo, baywang, kamay at hita ng aking kaluluwa.

 

Napapasabay ka sa king sayaw na nakakahalina

higpit at yakap kong iyong naging manta.

mahinang halinghing sayo'y nagpapaligaya

isa akong tunog na Bossa nova na nakaka-gayuma...

[sha79]

Remembering Touch

 

There are many things I desire

When I sit up, awake, in the morning.

 

I place my hands carefully on my thighs

Remembering your exploration there last night

As if I could reach a higher state by being you,

If only as memory, as memory, as memory.

 

My tongue tastes the dryness of my lips,

My nerves slowly reacting, telling, telling me

Whether you still linger there, the alcohol taste

Of your lips, the smoke breath that sticks to my hair.

 

I must awake a half-hour before the sun rises.

This ritual takes too long, way after you are gone.

Way before my world has to begin,

That I sttill long for you, with my hands and tongue.

 

Remebering where you’ve been, seeking traces

As if memory was a tangible thing that we could grope

And hold closer to our chest and we will never forget it

No matter how many times it has met its death.

 

I cannot find you on me, anymore, I cannot

Taste you, or feel you on me. No remnants of last night’s

Display of well- kept repression, burning fire, boiling blood

Can be found anywhere on me.

 

And in this loss, I forget you, I do not desire you.

I only value you for the taste of your touch.

[burn4me]

Passion's Flames

by Jeffrey Carter

A touch, soft and tender.

A whisper, full of desire

A gasp of sweet surrender

As passion fuels the fire

 

No words spoken between them

No promises to be kept

No lies being told tonight

No looking back - no regrets

 

Longing to hold each other

Such precious little time

Both vowed to another

Being lonely their only crime

 

Tomorrow bringing sorrow

A brief moment of shame

With the memory of this one night

A release from passion's flames

[burn4me]

If Life would offer you a chance

to once again feel sweet romance - Would you take it?

A second chance to know the thrill

of lover's secret dreams - Would you break it?

 

To know the newness once again

Of love, long dormant now - Would you live it?

To feel again the stirring of passion deep within - Would you give it?

 

The flame that flickers, once a fire

Needs rekindled by love's desire.

Give it fuel and let it grow

For that's the only way you'll know

 

If Lust comes knocking at your door

Let Her in, lest she knock no more!

[sha79]

Sensitive Ears

Your moans can paralyze everything in me

It’s not music, not really hypnosis –

It’s creeping too fast, crawling quickly

attacking my primary veins

Stopping my brain to think

if what you’re doing

is right, is wrong

if what I’m giving

feels good, is enough

It could break my silence

It can cause my silence

It could find me

It could lose me

 

Yes, yes . . . yes

 

for a couple of minutes

it made me crazy.

[sha79]

Kung ibig mo akong makilala,

lampasan mo ang guhit ng mahugis na balat,

ang titig kong dagat—

yumayapos nang mahigpit sa bawat saglit

ng kahapon ko’t bukas.

 

Kung ibig mo akong makilala

sunduin mo ako sa himlayang dilim

at sa madlang pagsukol ng inunang hilahil,

ibangon ako at saka palayain.

 

Isang pag-ibig na lipos ng lingap,

tahanang malaya sa pangamba at sumbat

may suhay ng tuwa’t ang kaluwalhatia’y

walang takda—

ialay mo lahat ito sa akin

kung mahal mo ako’t ibig kilalanin.

 

Kung ibig mo akong kilalanin,

sisirin mo ako hanggang buto,

liparin mo ako hanggang utak,

umilanlang ka hanggang kaluluwa—

hubad ako roon: mula ulo hanggang paa.

[summerdreams]

oh, ang tagal na palang patay ang thread na ito. I'm resurrecting it para may forum for some smutty goodness. Calling all Pinays erotic writers!

 

I write, but only barely and in secret.

 

an excerpt from a longer work of fiction:

 

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Some nights or even some afternoons between masses, she would sit with her back to the wall as she listened to the priest shed his frock for Bella, imagining his long piano fingers pulling the girl's hair as he licked her neck, the same fingers pumping into her as she gasped and moaned her desperation, squeezing her breast as he licked the other.

 

p#ta. p#ta. p#ta. The holy priest would chant with each hard thrust, each word punctuated with a thump of his lover's head hitting the cheap wooden headboard and she would flush as he came. Flush red in guilty arousal as she listened to them f#&king through the wall.

 

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been 48 days, 151 hours, 162 minutes and 342 seconds since my last confession.

 

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Ta-da! Post your works or excerpts. I'll gladly read them.

Edited November 9, 2009 by summerdreams

[sha79]

Woman

 

shiver, I wait in his bed

anticipating

his kiss, his sure hand, insisting

fire kindles, rising up, up

 

a small girl's cries, her doll

sizzles, melts and is gone

baby's breath to daisy

 

the shadow stirs

 

sweat, my breath catches in my throat

begging

his lips, his tongue, devouring

fire rises, reaching up, up

 

a hollow eyed maid cries, her bloodstained sheet

smokes, blackens and is gone

daisy to rose

 

the shadow breathes

 

shudder, my moan rises from my belly

craving

his body, his ready cock, plundering

fire reaches, blazing up, up

 

the matron cries, her heart

steams, smolders and is gone

rose to carnation

 

the shadow chuckles

 

convulse, my scream erupts from my lips

coming

his moans, his crisis, pulsing

fire blazes, roaring up, up

 

the crone cackles, her shadow

falls, smothers fire and is gone

carnation to mum

 

cry, my emptiness shivers through me

alone

his love, his promise, dying

ash blows, wafting up, up

 

the crone laughs softly

she has won

[simon b]

at nang pumalaot

sa singit mo giliw

umararo ang dila

at ika'y naaliw

 

nabaliw

at kumapit

nang mahigpit

[yellowmoon]

sa iyong halik

ako'y nananabik

sa bawat haplos

baywang ko'y napapalapit

di makahintay

kamay mo'y sumasabay

bawat init

mula leeg, dibdib hanggang ibaba

nararamdaman ang 'yong hininga, sumisiksik.

[lemon]

morning dew tingles to rouse the earth from sleep,

licking the rustled leaves with a soft, moistened moan.

under the withered covers, rekindled creatures creep,

warmed by gentle strokes, the peering sun has shown.

 

and as the cold breeze mingle with musky woodland vapor,

the blooming green canopies swing to an ever gaining gait.

braved only by the daring of the lewd spawners' vigor,

meandering streams gush out to rapture ponds await.

 

and so, sloping prairies ripple to the blowing wind's caress,

as melting ice peaks cause hardened bedrocks to groan.

lavished with flowing nectar in sweet-scented purple cress,

the wild bees drone back to their tranquil and dulcet honey cone.

 

oh, i don't know... the lust of the forest?

[Leyna]

Caressing You With My Words

 

Can you feel them, Love,

Softly touching your cheek

Tracing the lines of your mouth

Trailing down your neck

 

Can you feel them slowly tip toeing

Across your chest leaving trails of fire

Can you feel them falling gently

Against your bare skin

 

Do you feel their pleasure kissing you

Dancing, twirling with passion

Can you feel them touching

Like flame against your thighs

 

Do you feel their subtle softness

Between your lips

Held and worshiped within the warm

Welcoming sanctuary of your waiting mouth

 

The scent and taste of them

Trying to satisfy your heated desire

Do you feel them surrounding you,

Holding you, pulling you?

 

I am caressing you Love,

with my words

because my body

for the moment is too far away….

 

~ Eila Mahima Jaipaul ~

Edited November 25, 2009 by Leyna