The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings. It is an internal sense of satisfaction to which, once we have experiences it, we know we an aspire. For having experienced the fullness of this depth of feeling and recognizing its power, in honor and self-respect we can require no less of ourselves
The very word "erotic" comes from the Greek word eros, the personification of love in all aspects- born of Chaos, and personifying creative power and harmony. When I speak of erotic, then, I speak of it as an assertion of the lifeforce of women, of that creative energy empowered, the knowledge and use of which we are now reclaiming in our language, our history, our dancing, our loving, our work, our lives. --Audre Lorde
This Freaky Friday post will feature 3 black erotica poems, I categorized them into WARM, HOT, and FIRE regarding their degree of "heat" or erotic expression, because I understand all my readers may not be ready for the FIRE, or some may not be warmed by the HOT. So please enjoy, comment, and most importantly experience.
WARM
From Teach Me
Michelle Renee Pichon
i want you
to teach me
i'm ready to learn
i want you to teach me
the warmth of your breath
the weight of your body
i want to experience
the trembles heat
sweatfireiceconvulsionsgraspsthrusts
spasmsscaressescriesscreamuntil…
i
can barely
breathe
educate me with your
mouth tongue shoulders arms fingers
chest hips thighs legs feet toes
i want you
to teach me
i'm ready
to learn
class begins
right
now
HOT
Midnight Licorice Nights
P.J. Gibson
I want midnight licorice nights to find us
Sucking on the juice of our evening sup
Savoring the full course of the midday feast
Arms, legs, breasts, chests wet in the waves of love’s spicy sauces
I want the sautéed makings of morning’s rise to seduce our nostrils
And beckon us to dine again
Swallowing rounds of bursting orange on the sheets of the universe
I want to forever unfold the menu of you
Open the dish of chance
Sip the ambrosia of erotic litchi
Pithing and sweatshop juice
I want to banquet eternally in you and you in me
Marinating in the liquids of our joys
Simmering in the heat of
Cool blue flames of midnight licorice nights
Midnight licorice nights of you
FIRE
All in Good Taste
Nelson Estupinan Bass
You should, my love, let me have you all in good taste
naked: strip you piece down, if you please ,
to where, your beauty exposed, I would have you
laid back against the earth, tree branch and sky above
Mangos that they are, just let me suck at your breasts,
take into myself, drop by drop, the sweetness that you are
mounted, let me celebrate you with the nectar of madness
unrestrained, at the curve and the hollow of your waist
You’ll see then, and very much in good taste, too
how your body shivers and turns under tongue of fire,
how a sword cuts a softsweet path through your defenses.
Past those hidden locks, and full force, you’ll feel
how my sperm surges upward, a flood that reaches
its overflow at the ramparts of your high walls
Thoughts? Comments?
Have any favorite erotica writers you're like for me to feature?
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