Ono no Komachi
(mid-9th century)
I long for him most
during these long moonless nights.
I lie awake, hot,
the growing fires of passion
burting, blazing in my heart.
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At Tuesday’s Salon I read a few of Dr. R.K. Singh’s poems, they were extremely well received. The applause was resounding. They are published below for all to share. 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young woman naked exciting birds to come kiss and play tomorrow when spring will return she will be Tonight another Salon. Bring your original words or those of others to read at the Salon or just come to listen. There is still room for more readers. The readings at the Salon encompass a wide range of erotica, from the subtle innuendo form to edgy, explicit sex. You will hear it all. Tonight, along with other High school English, Walt Whitman, bet you never read his erotic poems. Just received in the mail – The Tenderest Lover: The Erotic Poetry of Walt Whitman.” Whitman’s relations with both men and women makes for interesting erotic poetic writings. I Am He That Aches With Love I am he that aches with amorous love; Does the earth gravitate; does I read the short piece below by a dear friend of mine at the last Salon. Here is the catalyst for his writing. One can find a fillip almost anywhere to get the creative juices flowing. http://www.snopes.com/college/exam/hell.asp Let’s see; Is Susana exothermic or endothermic? When I am with her, I feel the heat radiating from her; in Tomorrow the 2nd anniversary of the Salon, come celebrate. Frances, our nonagenarian will be reading 3 pieces, one about her first love. A must hear. I received this link via email today. Free erotic poetry. http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/books/poetry/cunt_hairy.pdf http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/books/poetry/OESTRUS.pdf http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/books/poetry/wanta_fuck.pdf Some of my favorite styles of erotic poetry, sent in by a past contributor from India. POEMS: R.K.SINGH SOME TANKA : 1. It’s no ageing but eternal delight: you under me smooth belly, nude necking slow stroking parting flesh 2. On the roof top she waits for her man with moon cake and lantern: a flash of silver showers on the mist-shrouded figure 3. The beads of sweat on her breasts do |
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