Ars Poetica, Photos Erotica

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Her mouth as receptacle,
is also a vestibule
and temporary residence.
He aches to fill that space
and become
air born e
again,
to discharge
and
to depart.

He will leave behind
a face with no place to go,
being a silicone
no-face,
similar to none he knows.
Simulacrum is her name,
to be full

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No-Face Has No Place To Go (poem with pic) 

Her mouth as receptacle,is also a vestibuleand  temporary residence.He aches to fill that space and become air born eagain,to dischargeand to depart.He will leave behind a face with no place to go,being a siliconeno-face,similar to none he knows.Simulacrum is her name,to be fullfilled is her game.He loves how she helped himlose his way,and to flyblind.He recommends herto the hilt.
No-Face Has No Place To Go, a poem by Paul Dolinsky
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No-Face Has No Place To Go (poem with pic)

Her mouth as receptacle,
is also a vestibule
and  temporary residence.
He aches to fill that space
and become
air born e
again,
to discharge
and
to depart.

He will leave behind
a face with no place to go,
being a silicone
no-face,
similar to none he knows.
Simulacrum is her name,
to be full
filled is her game.
He loves how
she helped him
lose his way,
and to fly
blind.

He recommends her
to the
hilt.

No-Face Has No Place To Go, a poem by Paul Dolinsky

eBooks , printBooks and Kindle blog by this poet

xxooladyjuno:

(I had this thought one day and was compelled to share.)

Writing could easily be compared to the all too sensitive subject of SEX. No seriously, think about it… writing is considered an art form and so is lovemaking. The written word created by the right author can bring…

eroticpoems:

Erotic Poems turned 2 today!

eroticpoems:

Erotic Poems turned 2 today!

Can Porn Learn to Speak in the Language of Personal History?

Distending in video
is flesh unending,
and in audio,
sound waves unbending.

Touch, untethered from sensation
floats toward meaning,
but flounders in flesh worn
like torn band-aid,
over gaping desire.
Here, bare ends
of canopies lie covered,
but still exposed.

In fantasy that is no prologue,
sensibility trembles
and touches itself a little
too much,
and discovers
that anticipation without end
is taxing on the soul.

Will fantasy stay,
if a new face
filled with wonder,
comes in
and takes over?
Or will fantasy leave
trailing fanfare behind,
but keep its days of longing,
clinging?

No encumbrance and no remembrance,
was kiss of freedom
for a mind
too worn down to care.

But sensitivity requires memory
and receptivity requires
that one who quests
also yearns,
and that one who yearns
must feel.
.

Can Porn Learn to Speak in the Language of Personal History? a poem by Paul Dolinsky


karmelpoet:

Anybody up for a poetic threesome?

xxxeroticpoemsandmore:

karmelpoet:

A little taste of Karmel, with some Chocolate for good measure…

Congratulations, you two, that was really well done. I’ve “seen” a lot of porn here, but haven’t “heard” anything quite like that. Great presentation. Good luck with this new site.

eroticpoems:

Sex Goddess Series

The Girl in the White Blouse

Nothing here is regulated

yet her lips are pursed and parsed

just so,

Redolent

ever-ready,

Redundancies

unfold fast.

Flirtatious eyes, long black hair,

Her mouth takes my cock

all the way in,

Straining my boundaries,

Seeking her bounty,

Squeezing it from me

drop by drop.

She finishes her snack,

licks her fingers

and then her lips.

Is there a drop I missed?

she asks, and smiles.

Such grace,

Who would guess

Where her mouth has been today.

Her gifts remain intact

Even as she spends freely.

This delights

and extends me

just so.

 

Paul Dolinsky, I do portraits in verse, erotic and non erotic. My books are on Amazon and Lulu

eroticpoems:

The Girl in the White Blouse

Nothing is regulated here,

yet her lips are pursed and parsed

just so,

Redolent

ever-ready,

Redundancies

unfold fast.

Flirtatious eyes, long black hair,

Her mouth takes my cock

all the way in,

Straining my boundaries,

Seeking her bounty,

Squeezing it from me

drop by drop.

She finishes her snack,

licks her fingers

and then her lips.

Is there a drop I missed?

she asks, and smiles.

Such grace,

Who would guess

Where her mouth has been today.

Her gifts remain intact

Even as she spends freely.

This delights

and excites,

delights

and extends me,

just so.

Paul Dolinsky, I do portraits in verse, erotic and non erotic. My books are on Amazon and Lulu.
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GUEST POET - Can’t Resist, by G.L Horn

eroticpoems:

When I’m not deep inside you,

I start to wither away,

and not caressing your thighs,

simply ruins my day.

I can’t resist going deep,

when with you entwined.

Always plunging to the hilt,

standing, kneeling or reclined.

I want you to coat me,

every inch I can swell,

I love having you on me,

as if you can’t tell.

.

Can’t resist, a poem by G.L. horn

When Perspective Is Ready to Share (poet with pic)

eroticpoems:

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Perspective declares
she is ready to share
and she greets you here
her pussy perfectly posed
coiffed and centered,
her fingers already in motion,
.
How high can she elevate
her updraft how high before
her screams deflate her flight
and deceleration
brings her back down                                     
to those who wait for her below,
their entreaties already
pulsing in their hands.

When Perspective Is Ready to Share, a poem by Paul Dolinsky

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