I stumbled upon an academic discussion regarding erotic poetry here and an open invitation to create some. Despite my well documented policy of avoiding anything that might be deemed ‘even slightly ‘naughty’ I stepped briefly out of my comfort zone and attempted a few suggestive lines.
The lines themselves fell mostly flat, as do most of my lines (‘do you come here often?’), but I reproduce them by way of encouraging others to be more creative and maybe a little bit flirtatious.
You are my ocean to explore
A mystery of blue
I steer my ship from left to right
To touch all sides of you
I pause upon each wave, each crest
To take in every view
Navigating every inch
Each port explored anew
I’m yearning, burning, turning on
I’m learning still, that’s true
As long as I don’t turn you off
Then any turn will do
There was also an invitation to explore the not so subtle difference between erotica and good old-fashioned debauchery. So I offer the following ….
Erotica, that gentle touch
That subtle hint of blue
A secret glance, a private dance
A passing chance, with you
A single feather on your skin
I sense your heart rate quicken
But then I go and fuck it up
By using the whole chicken