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 The last Erotic Literary Salon attendees heard Monica Day’s sensual voice reading her wonderful story – Just Add Water and Stir. This morning she posted it on her website and gave me permission to post to my site. Actually I shall send you to her site to read it, allowing you to learn more about I read this poem at the last Salon, it was one I had written for my lover. My body smiles as I trace your softness tongue lingering kissing your baby skinned jewels My fingers dance upon your tip tongue curled tasting your sweet nectar of love My eyes gaze upon your orbs tongue licking caressing your widening smile My lips whisper kisses of passion tongue piercing reaching I love haiku, too bad this site is no longer kept up to date. http://www.dirtyhaiku.com/ The following poem was sent in recently. Think back to the times you were in similar situation. I chuckle inside with some of my memories. Laboratory, by Robert Wilson Sitting She knows. The word ‘dirty/porn’ was to get attention. Based on cultural upbringing some folks consider explicit words dirty, pornographic, erotic, sensual, etc. This site has some wonderful poetry. The top one “Down There” written by Jacque Zion, website can be found under blog links at the right navigation bar. Press Release for Tuesday can also be Just received my monthly newsletters from Erotica-Readers&Writers Association http://erotica-readers.com Wonderful site for all things erotica. Preparing for Tuesday’s Salon. If you have never written or spoken your words in public this is an extremely supportive venue for all erotica virgins. If we have time we will discuss the erotic in cinema. “There are three things a man can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature.” Write on. What a great way to start your day – a good belly laugh. Link to http://www.pollyfrost.com/ and scroll down to the piece entitled “Join the Pollyamory Movement.” Polly Frost has written other erotic works. Navigate her site to find out more information concerning her other books. He marveled at her breasts, and when he’d seen them He shook his head, to disengage his gaze Trapped in between them. Amaru (5th Century), trans. John Brough Apologies for lapse in time, my connection to Internet was interrupted. Back to normal, whatever that is. Breasts Bhartrhari, (5th century) trans. John Brough They are firm, and you are tender, Full and round, though you are slender: Bold your breasts, while you are shy -Since so near your heart they lie. |
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