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
***
Richmond Road 
That’s hilarious!! Oh my gosh, I love it!! Using the whole chicken!! Oh no!!!
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….. ❤️❤️ This is absolutely marvelous! I love the gentle pacing in the first poem especially the image; “Each port explored anew I’m yearning, burning, turning on/I’m learning still, that’s true.” And gosh you are the only one who has explored the question and might I say you have answered brilliantly! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. You made my day 😀
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That last line is absolutely priceless! 😉
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Was the chicken… still alive?
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Don’t be disgusting.
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HA HA HA H AH HA HAH A!!! Oh no.
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😂😂😂😂 well done, sir! I’m all aflutter.
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Your cruel sarcasm is noted
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🙂 I like it!:)
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Thank you
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You welcome!:)
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You DO create some doozies! 😎
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Doozies? Is that a compliment? I’m not sure. I merely arrange words into some sort of order. Whatever meaning you find in that order I leave entirely up to you.
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Doozy: Something outstanding or unique of its kind.
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Oh, I do like that definition. I’ve always associated it with the idea of stepping out of an aeroplane at altitude (“watch the first step, it’s a doozy!”)
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As I commented over on the main d’Verse site — Well written Richmond.
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Thank you
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Both of the poems are great, in different ways! Hahaha!
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Thank you. They do have in common the similarity that they are cheap and low-brow. But that’s me.
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Nice to meet you at dVerse Richmond. I really like the first one..the learning, the desire to please, using the ship and the ocean as a metaphor.
As to the second one, you made me smile with the last one. Erotica for me is gentle and subtle.
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I couldn’t agree more Grace, but it never pays to take oneself too seriously. With poetry, especially …. poetry is a death trap for the pretentious.
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Two very different poems, that’s for sure.
The first made me smile; the second I burst out laughing.
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That second one gives me a visual of a smutty postcard 🙂
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Haha! Yes – like the ones they sell in cheap tourist shops by the British seaside.
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Exactly 🙂
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There’s nothing wrong with humor. Well done.
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Thank you.
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Oh my goodness, this was delightful from beginning to end…..clever and ending always with a touch of humor. Loved it!
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Thank you Beverly. That is very kind.
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Love the metaphor of the ship… erotica is often about finding the right metaphor, the second poem is really fun..
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Thank you Bjorn
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The metaphor of the ship!
Who would have thought!?
It really works
And now I’m thinking about ports…
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Any port in a storm.
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