That Moment

That moment

when your face goes all

serious as though the

fun has gone when really

inside your body,

within your head

the fun is

just beginning.

Suspicion

I suspect she has no idea how

beautiful she is, how many

heads she turns;
I suspect she wore that shirt to

enhance what she doesn’t have when

what she has is so perfect;

I suspect she is puzzled by the

hot stares of both sexes and by the

hot flushes such looks send through her;

I suspect she is a virgin who each night

dreams of priapic men, lustful women,

unspeakable depravity;

I suspect that once ignited her passion will

consume many human hearts, several

city blocks, and most of all

me.

Cleft and Torn

For Penny

You are cleft and I am torn

between hair and bare

liking the lack of

stragglers between my teeth but

missing the erotic tickle when

wet pussy leaves a warm

snail-trail down my

twitching spine.

"Swisser Swatter"

Cf. John Aubrey, “Brief Lives”, Sir Walter Raleigh

You winced, and I worried I’d

hurt you but you kept me

clasped with arms and thighs

urging me deeper with your

clenched feet, your taut breath

tight in my ear, resolving into a

mantra of simple syllables

ending in “me”.

What We Mean When We Write Erotica

Writing erotica is to

cook but not eat,

eat but not taste,

taste but not savour, when

eating, tasting,

savouring is what the

writer of erotica

most misses.