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Monday, December 12th, 2005
11:21 am [neitherday]	New Maintainer Wanted I have decided to hand over maintainership of this community to someone else. If you are interested in running this community, please reply to this post. Current Mood: blank Current Music: squeaky chirping (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 18th, 2005
11:47 am [neitherday]	Community Changes and Enforcement I just purged the member list of eroticpoetry of all users that do not list their year of birth in their profiles, as well as 2 users that listed their age as under 18. All members with deleted or suspended journals were removed as well, because their ages could not be checked. To keep tighter control over the member list and prevent underage users from gaining membership in the future, this community now has moderated membership. This should also cut down on the spam problem. If you are 18 or over and were removed, you can rejoin after updating your birthyear in your profile. To comply with the LiveJournal TOS, I have also made all posts default to friends only. All users are responsible for making their past posts friends only. Any remaining public posts may be subject to deletion at a later date. Current Mood: productive Current Music: air conditioner (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
2:41 am [sarahsmiles]	Rife with Metaphor The sporting life ripples flesh and pumps iron determination shot through with veins of sweat that condense like pearls, slick with passion, soaked in frenzied desire. (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 11th, 2005
3:41 pm [kaitesquill]	the women in the room I wove myself into the women in the room. I stole from them, and they never knew. I left whispered kisses, just warmth on their throats... and slipped inside them though we were never alone. I've come to know what my women feel. I've come to exploit their silent fears. I am to them what they need from me, what they beg me to be, so silently, on bent knee.... My tongue soothes hearts with words, soothes skin, delves into places where sex begins. Where it grows from a blush, to a flush. I am an apparition, nurturing an ember at the core, growing a fever in the flesh, in the depths, in the space between the hips. A room of women.... with a craving too deep to appease. A room of women waiting to come. Waiting to be the next one. Gentle words, gentle tongue. And I am the one who steals into the room waiting to see what they wish me to do. (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 5th, 2005
3:22 pm [shadowsanguine]	I didn't write this poem but I liked it so much I figured I'd share it with you. ( Read more... ) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 1st, 2005
5:27 am [mercurialgirl]	I seem to be making a habit of posting things pre-edit. Beautiful, Beautiful Boy You make yourself vulnerable, unhidden, every imaginable pretense dropped Unfolding yourself in the harsh spotlight of honesty despite the danger of ridicule and your delicate, oft-mangled heart. Stepping gracefully through danger and into trust you somehow think I'm the one deserving thanks. (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 31st, 2005
10:27 am [kaitesquill]	She was the glow of evening reflecting from my mind's eye. Seared like a token of affection on my skin. I remember when kissing was an art that we spent hours engaged in. And each would begin with a gentle sigh that came from somewhere deep inside where her belief in love dwelled. I held her fragile heart, as it pulsed in my palm, as it echoed in the cavern of her breast. Gently, slowly, lest I move in haste, and lay ruin and waste to the perfection of her-- I captured her like a butterfly. Tasted her captivity, her eternity of belonging to me, and I knew I'd love forever, as long as I could have her. She slowly died being kept and those last tears she wept tasted like sadness and champagne. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 30th, 2005
8:59 am [kaitesquill]	be cautioned of sexual violence in this piece ( Read more... ) (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, July 29th, 2005
3:41 pm [mercurialgirl]	Newborn words Irony Spread out before me with delicate eyes full of hope and pale, lust-scented flesh aching for approval. Exquisite creature, I cannot be cruel to you. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 27th, 2005
10:02 pm [thebiomechanoid]	It's not really erotic, but it's about an ex girlfriend I saw wandering in town today. You smelled too much like summer, too much Of the sweet and sharp perfumes, The tea tree hand cream, citrus blooms. You tasted like the city, dripped in urban sweat and Ran dirty nails through your salty hair, And blinked at me with your eyelids wet- You crystallised against the light, You slipped from solvent, long dissolved into The grey street backwash, dripping out you shone; Refracted, gleamed, and gone. The seconds muted as I checked; your shadow Lengthened, stretched into the wilderness of feet and Wheels, I waited, wasted all my daydreams As you glanced through sulphur smog at me. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, July 22nd, 2005
11:26 am [n0t_m3]	Lady of the Storm This one was inspired by another one of my readers. It's kind of a metaphoric description of a woman making Love to the rain.' or was it the other way around? Eh you decide. ( Lady of the Storm ) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 20th, 2005
11:08 pm [thebiomechanoid]	Another lesbian Poem Hello! Yet another poem about a certain young woman : ). Barn A sullen quietude descends. It lends some atmosphere to greet the gloom and Settle in the stagnant room. Your heady breath disrupts the moths; They flit and fleck the walls; A crane fly Hovers lonely in your wake, I walk My fingers down your shoulder blade. Putty soft and thick as cream I drag across your creaseless seams, I’m gone. The wet-skinned plush; The salted sweat that foams across your thigh, I dream and Blink the dust and tears and Tension trickled through our eyes, And I am Gathered small and incomplete Beside my monolith, And stretched out I can’t even reach My fingers to your fingers; My feet down to your feet. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
2:56 pm [shadowsanguine]	Haunting me Slither over and wrap around me.  Enslave me with your passion. your kisses, caresses and agility. devour me whole ingesting me for eternity. Your scent conjures memories of nights full of touching exploring and love making. You excite me, ignite me. I want you to want me the way that I need you. You’re yummy and delectable and so very unforgettable. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 16th, 2005
1:22 pm [porno_poet]	"Wifebeater Shirt Virginity" By Alexander The Poet 07.16.05 There is just something arousing and erotic About putting on a wifebeater shirt For the very first time It clings so tight to my body And I feel the pressure on my chest The feeling... Makes me want to squeeze it as if they were breasts I think I put in too much sugar in my tea this morning THE END (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 11th, 2005
5:07 pm [mercurialgirl]	This one is mere seconds old, and as of yet has no name Dark, murky hours tangled with cordite and honeysuckle. This breathless tumult and the delicate texture of your sweat-glittered skin. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 7th, 2005
10:34 pm [thebiomechanoid]	No standard silhouette, You stood illuminated, light and pale, All limestone limbed and weighty With your flaxen hair whipped round your face; The blood of empires in your veins, A figurehead that rides the waves. All streaked with beauty, Salt smears of the wind-whipped ride, Hot breathed, heavy scented And you conquer as you smile. You stood - a Venus in the Shell, a Virgin of the Rocks, A warrior, my valkyrie, a motif carved in Dover chalk And I, all eyes and empty mind I grasp the sinking flesh filled skies And writhe below the fog. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 2nd, 2005
12:05 pm [n0t_m3]	This one was done at the request of one of my readers. I thought it was interesting, dark, ironic, and very sexxxy. ( A Lover's Passing ) Cross Posted Everywhere (2 Comments |Comment on this)
8:33 am [n0t_m3]	When I think of you Here is another one of the poems I've been working on. ( When I think of you ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 1st, 2005
11:52 pm [ravenrosebud]	Untitled I discovered the extent of my perversions when I was sixteen the drink had lowered my inhibition I felt fuzzy and warm- muscles lose and lips parted your limp body was sprawled next to me legs spread-head hanging over the side of the stained mattress I watched in a drunken haze as your breasts rose with each breath they were smaller than mine-perkier I rolled toward you-my legs intertwining with yours I touched you-gently traced a finger around the edge of your left breast you didn’t move-unconscious I discovered the extent of my perversions when I was sixteen I fondled your small breasts-licked at your mouth the small tank top you wore exposed your flat stomach I rubbed my nose against your skin, caressed your navel with the tip my foot rubbed against your bare ankle I could feel the beginning of stubble- you hadn’t shaved that day my tongue lapped at the cotton material covering your breasts I wanted to peel it away- expose your small nipples to the cool air my hand reached up the leg of your shorts whimpering at the feel of your thigh curls met my finger tips I watched your face as I tugged on your dark brown curls there was a slight crease on your forehead were you dreaming of me the door to your room was locked I felt dizzy-I blinked rapidly and avoided the Grateful Dead poster that hung on your wall my panties landed on the hard wood floor-they were the ones with wild cherries on the back I took your hand-glanced at your face again I kneeled on your bed-on the yellow and white blanket I had bought you for your birthday my legs were spread-I lifted your hand and placed it against my sex manipulated your fingers-humped the palm of your hand I discovered the extent of my perversions when I was sixteen when I molested you in a drunken haze used your body to reach my first orgasm-covered your limp hand in my juices my tongue cleared away the evidence you awoke stiff and coated in my saliva I hid my face in shame and learned to control my moans while I masturbated in my room to the memory of your skin (9 Comments |Comment on this)
11:00 pm [sarahsmiles]	Marking Resistance A mark of resistance, the line that bifurcates my heart and clefts my soul, joins in opposition the war within as it sears my thoughts for you. Flesh unmarred by your passing. Eyes vacantly looking inward, hoping to visualize a complete past. Movements fraught with indecisions have lost fluidity or grace. There was a place that was whole, full of forgiveness and laughter now caustically mocking the present. I stand, swaying in the cool night air, aware of nothing else, waiting for a breeze strong enough to sweep me off my feet into a far flung future. The body spins around this central axis. The line that has pierced me embeds me in hard dry earth. Current Mood: horny (2 Comments |Comment on this)