Showing posts with label EROTIC POEM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label EROTIC POEM. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 October 2011

FIRST TIME


She had never been this close
Her heart beat wildly
Even the thought of his touch
Made her quiver.

His hand wandered down her body
He gently played with her breasts
She sought his mouth
They met in a kiss, their tongues exploring.

She could feel her nipples hardening
He was so close to her, she could feel his warmth
She occasionally shivered, but it wasn’t from cold
It was more from the anticipation of what was to come.

He guided her to the bathroom
Where he had prepared a spa
Bubbles floated around
Two glasses of champagne sat at the side

He looked into her eyes
And when he saw only love there,
He gradually peeled off her clothes
Kissing and caressing as he did

She removed his….
Gently touching and exploring his body
They then entered the bath tub
Tasting the bubbles of champagne

At first she felt awkward
Not sure of what to do
But he soon calmed her nerves
And continued kissing and caressing her.

He guided her hand to touch him
Instructed her on how she should move
Then his hand sought her love spot
And his fingers lingered there

She soon became lost in the bliss
She could feel only excitement
Her hand gripped tighter
As her body began to soar

His hand moved all over her
Caressing and exciting her some more
He could feel his own feelings growing
And stronger it grew

When he knew he could take it no more,
He gently helped her out of the tub
They dried each other up, an urgency in their actions
They moved as one to the bed.

He was burning now with desire
Her soft body only made him more so
She looked upon him and shivered
No longer a desire to resist.

He lay her upon the bed
And kissed her from head to toe
His tongue gently caressed her mound
Finding the entrance and going in

She moaned and arched as he entered………..

Damn…….was that the alarm?

Noooooooooo…….Only a dream again!
By Elijah Ekow Atta-Aidoo 


Sunday, 25 September 2011

INEBRIATED LOVE

Hello everyone, welcome to Poetic Sunday.

Every Sunday we share love-inspiring poems right here on Love Couch.

Got some to share with me? Well, send it to my email address:vennysylver@yahoo.com.

If it's good enough, I will publish it. And guess what?

At the end of the month, you...yes You!get to choose your favorite poem of the month. And the winner gets a coooooooool prize!!!

So what are you waiting for? Don't be selfish, tell someone NOW!!!

Meanwhile, enjoy this poem of mine.
Happy Sunday!

            INEBRIATED  LOVE


Tonight he whispered in my ears
I could hear the crickets  chirping noisily
Anticipating the rhythm of the night

Tracing the moonlight curves
He lay me down in the meadow
Soaking my heart with a pool of desire

The stars begin to twinkle
As  each caress bring me closer to the horizon
With a swift embrace, I became lost in the wind

Together we dined and wined
Pulsating with each movement of the clouds
Filling the night with more wine

Gingerly we soared like an eagle
Sated in the fountain of desire
We reveled in the chantings of the night

Lost in the abyss, we lost our sanity
Mocked by the hills and valleys
Shamelessly displaying the untamed souls

In our stupor we discovered another new rhythm
Flowing with the melody of the East wind Baring the night of its darkness

Dance,  we danced
Ride, we rode all night
Till we emptied this vessel of yearning

Of love and lust
Of desire and passion
Of want and need

Oh dawn, why break so early
Knowing the night will never cease to hide
In the shadows of our memory

By Vanessa Sylver ©




A poem with concise appreciation and review by George Nyarvor, a media personnel with  Media Lynx Communiaction Group Limited, Ghana and graduate of the Ghana Institute of Journalism and Michael Thompson,  graduate of the University of Ghana, Legon and the Ghana Institute of Journalism.






Michael Thompson



"Brilliant. Erotic. I would like to call this a ballad, telling a simple love story in a narrative way. These are the first thoughts which gushes through your head like sugar rush. Devoid of any latent implication which I may not have a clue, I think this piece literary tells of a romantic moment between two people in love, with a beautiful night scenery in a meadow.

The writer uses certain features of a hollow, meadow to espouse the scenery well. For instance, words like crickets chirping, twinkle, and moonlight did a good well enough job to place the reader into the scene.

It is a free verse, following no regular rhyme scheme, yet the metaphorical use of pool of desire and similes like eagle added a poetic touch. The couple had yearned for each other so long that they never, literally wanted the day to break, or in its latent meaning, wanted their love affair to end. Finally when it did, there were memories they would carry along with them.

However, such is life…you win some and lose some, and all that lingers are bittersweet memories lurking at the back of one’s mind."






George Nyavor.....



"BEAUTIFULLY SEXY. That's my description of this piece. This is a vers libre (or a free verse) recounting an ecstatic love-making encounter but makes use of celestial imagery, nature and the stages of a night to create a time effect. It reflects some of the follies of youthful love life.

The diction is easy and light but woven to create interest and avoid flatness of tone.

Overall, I think it is a crisply written sensual poem that has been rendered clean by association with the feeling of passionate love (between the characters), honesty and the use appropriate diction."