Here is my fascination with sensuality and erotica. I have tried to capture a little more than just sex. In fact a few of these will try to create all the feelings without mentioning sex at all. Nothing like sexy as hell and no effort to make the sex obvious. I like the challenge. Tom B.
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It takes great strength to be tender.
Stand in the hurricane driven winds21 lines, 51 comments, on Sep 7 1:35 PM 2005. In Love -
as she laughed. My heart
a chamber echoing with her -
She spoke and the words
rippled the air and broke -
The questions are endless.
My fingers are only concerned -
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Light, falling through the window,
got tangled in your hair, creating -
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molecule every cell in my body awoke
responding to yours. I surrendered -
breathe and become cause. Meaning
is reinvented only to give explanation to others -
I relish the promise of you.
As the silence tangles with the night, -
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We roll into each other and time stops.
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Every time the gulls ring in my memory --
full of that last wet plunge. -
color seeping into the bedroom as objects
reconstruct themselves from memory -- -
Fingers speak languages created
in moments, discover hidden currents -
Feelings cascaded into opportunities. Sensation provided impetus for our focused attention. Sunlight spread across you like a second skin.
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You are
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I feel my fingers sliding on satin
becoming warm with promise. -
I can tell
where you slept -
My dreams
hold you. It -
Overcast. Light slides through the blinds,
easing around the shadows.68 lines, 13 comments, on Apr 27 9:44 PM 2006. In Love -
There is no holding you
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Love me,” you cry. Mountains are rubbed into nothingness for holding too tightly to the sky.
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In this twilight, the room frothy with shadows,
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I promise myself not to wish any of it away.
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This promise strewn before me.
This blessing for tomorrow given. -
Dedicated to my wife
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There is sun in the hollow caught on a tree
a torn scrap of a scarf flapping in the wind. -
Tracing the light
that holds you warm -
These hands in prayer,my palm greeting yours,
define us. -
No Answer for Spring Floods
Chapped lips and your tongue -
Can’t catch the edge of the silence that slips beneath your skirt.
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You sifted shadows. Letting powdered darkness
shower down. Added jasmine, rosemary. Then, ran -
Everything
here was forever. -
Shifts in the shadows stir the quiet.
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Out of the colored dawn that gives way to the deeper hued day,
the heat comes, bone deep. NIghts steamy. Standing. Listening -
The Gathering
Once awakened, even the heat must pass. Wheat reaped, -
You were coming home.
The artless emptiness is all I have left. -
With my shoes off.
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womanhood is more than just what fills a wine glass.
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the wind whistles, curls against the eaves
a ceaseless frenetic effort -
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- This got me to thinking. There are terms used about this kind of writing, Porn, Smut, Erotica, Sensuality.
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