what makes an erotic poem erotic?
in poetry, there's a gulf between erotica and porn, with good old wham-bam-thankyou-man lying somewheres in the middle. nothing wrong with writing or reading any of these genres - if the writing's good. 
it's a shame that everything at all sexually-related gets lumped under the one umbrella of erotic when most genuinely don't fall into that category.
so here's a little thread to discuss what defines erotic poetry for you as an individual and what specifically might ruin it as a piece of erotica.
it's kind of a shame that some people won't even open a poem labeled "erotic" but i can't blame them given some of the poems i've read around the net.
so, c'mon... your thoughts. feed me, and maybe some people who'd never normally delve into the realm of erotica just might broaden their horizons
it's a shame that everything at all sexually-related gets lumped under the one umbrella of erotic when most genuinely don't fall into that category.
so here's a little thread to discuss what defines erotic poetry for you as an individual and what specifically might ruin it as a piece of erotica.
it's kind of a shame that some people won't even open a poem labeled "erotic" but i can't blame them given some of the poems i've read around the net.
so, c'mon... your thoughts. feed me, and maybe some people who'd never normally delve into the realm of erotica just might broaden their horizons
I agree there is a huge canyon between erotic poetry and pornographic poetry yet they are all included in one category.
I see erotic poetry as being subtle, alluring and thick with metaphors
I see pornographic as the rest of the "Wham bam thank you mam" kinda stuff. I don't see that as erotic
I see erotic poetry as being subtle, alluring and thick with metaphors
I see pornographic as the rest of the "Wham bam thank you mam" kinda stuff. I don't see that as erotic
David_Macleod said:I agree there is a huge canyon between erotic poetry and pornographic poetry yet they are all included in one category.
I see erotic poetry as being subtle, alluring and thick with metaphors
I see pornographic as the rest of the "Wham bam thank you mam" kinda stuff. I don't see that as erotic
What he said^
I see erotic poetry as being subtle, alluring and thick with metaphors
I see pornographic as the rest of the "Wham bam thank you mam" kinda stuff. I don't see that as erotic
What he said^
The best writers in the art of erotica, true erotica that is...use metaphors to describe the most intimate emotions with imagery that slowly unflurls subtlety and then twines itself with suggestion, blushing innuendo like brush of air and then leaving the reader intoxicated with a lingering scent reminding him/her with something/someone they can relate to personally.
As a published romance and erotica author, there is a fragile line one can and is always capable of intermingling when writing, sensual romance and erotica romance.
When I am writing for publication or simply for posting on various site. I will write from my heart in regard to what feelings uplifts my heart. Romance in general is erotic within itself, it is the act of mental suggestive depicting the act of any sexual nature in all its splendid glory, in addition, without finding fault behind its merit to convey.
Erotica is more descriptive; it is the balance of the ink stain to shade in when vague words can no longer express or conjure such mental illusions to satisfy the mind or the hunger of sensual worded foreplay.
I can write on any subject matter and place emphasis on the virginal interactions between man and woman or heighten the mental pleasure with dripping wet sexual envisioned narratives to make anyone’s libido achingly hard or climatic hot.
Therefore, when you see the words, porn, erotic, lust, sex, my favorite themes, you best believe, you will enjoy the carnal ride of my mind on canvass as I share with you. It is the gift of my pen to kindle that animalistic nature we all have obscured, I’m just here to tap into your imagery senses to bring it forth.
Mm...are you cumming yet...wink,
SKC
When I am writing for publication or simply for posting on various site. I will write from my heart in regard to what feelings uplifts my heart. Romance in general is erotic within itself, it is the act of mental suggestive depicting the act of any sexual nature in all its splendid glory, in addition, without finding fault behind its merit to convey.
Erotica is more descriptive; it is the balance of the ink stain to shade in when vague words can no longer express or conjure such mental illusions to satisfy the mind or the hunger of sensual worded foreplay.
I can write on any subject matter and place emphasis on the virginal interactions between man and woman or heighten the mental pleasure with dripping wet sexual envisioned narratives to make anyone’s libido achingly hard or climatic hot.
Therefore, when you see the words, porn, erotic, lust, sex, my favorite themes, you best believe, you will enjoy the carnal ride of my mind on canvass as I share with you. It is the gift of my pen to kindle that animalistic nature we all have obscured, I’m just here to tap into your imagery senses to bring it forth.
Mm...are you cumming yet...wink,
SKC
Queen Of His Night
Queen of His Night
The softness of a clandestine affair escalating in flight
Muscular body, virility glistening in the moonlight upon satin sheets
Dropping my towel, bending over, striking a naughty pose for his eyes to feast
Fingering me over to the bed, ecstasy and lust lays under his thrusting greet
Buttocks palmed, pulling me in
Sniffing the soft folds of my silken treasure, his cheek rubbing against my jewel abdomen
Sole of my foot planted on his robust thigh, fingers parting the pinkish wet opening
His caresses, his touch, the anticipation of his enticing tongue licking, my desires he’s awoken
Mm… he’s bringing the pleasure of his hard length of joy
Parting my thighs fingering his favorite silken toy
Legs spread
Suckling my clit, knees buckling, plaming his head
His fingers and mouth taking command
Sensations radiating, weakening feelings too good to remain at a stand
My back to the bed making a soft land
Kisses to my feet, my toes
Tongue snaking up my inner thigh, passion mark, breasts palmed, his fetish on a wicked patrol
Thighs divided wider, losing self-control
Taking his throne between my thighs
Cupping his erection, wetting the tip then darting the length deep inside
Grunts, bathing his girth for a butter rum creamy ride
Wrists bound held up high
Linking my feet around his back, mm…oh yes, go deeper with that drive
Bucking my fine downy haired mound, wrists clinched tigher, pelvic slammed into
Sapping, my trickling wet juicy dew
Move that pussy faster, whispered in my ear
In the cloak of dark, senses too far gone to adhere
Entwined limps upon a bed of rapture
My body a prisoner of his to sexual capture
Soft moans, taking me under, begging him to set me free
Not complete unto he releases the climax seeping from me
Lust filled the space of time, tumbling as we lay
Tender touches, worshipping my skin, stealing my breath away
Tongue sticking in my ear, my body faintly shivering
His girth funneling inside my wetness, thrasing and delivering
In the abyss of my wet passion, foray
Bodies seductively play
Mm…oh…yes…. baby make this cunt cum
Let me feel your flow gush then mine flush and slolwy run
Bodies moving no given space
Lips covering mine, dick circling inside me all over the place
Body elongated
Scratching his back upon the driving consummate
Oh...baby…escaping my lips
Palming my ass, sinking, retracting then anchoring his dick dips
Headboard gripped
Groin against my pelvis, ceased of movement, sliding it backwards to the throbbing tip
Looking down into my eyes, ramming me deeper, cumming in the chasm of my slit
Tongues dueling
Sweat, breathless, bliss ruling
Panting, hearts erratic beating, regulating, bodies cooling
yeah... that's the trouble with having been on literotica for years, i'm kinda jaded. i'm sure this will appeal to plenty of readers but, for me, i don't find it erotic. i'm not your target audience, though, so i'm sure that's not an issue for you 
i'm female, straight, and 60... and have seen all this and more over and over and experienced sex for decades... so finding something new and fresh is a challenge when it comes to writers like yourself. i would class this in the realm between erotica and porn, not as erotica itself. thanks for posting, though.
i'm female, straight, and 60... and have seen all this and more over and over and experienced sex for decades... so finding something new and fresh is a challenge when it comes to writers like yourself. i would class this in the realm between erotica and porn, not as erotica itself. thanks for posting, though.
for me, erotica is in the unstated, in the moods set by word-sounds and line-breaks, through the senses... sensuality. if it were a painting or photograph, that would be created through lighting, through suggestion, shadows, reflections.
a scene can depict something that has virtually no immediate connection to sex but appeals to us sensuously.
with poetry, i'd say it's the appeal to our senses through suggestion of texture and temperature; the state of an object (solid/liquid/gas); shapes and reactions; tastes, lighting (again); the sounds used to create assonance/soft-hard edges/sinuosity/rhythm, to speed up a line to suggest a quickened heartbeat (for example) or the slow, gentle lapping of a tongue...
for me, the best erotica draws you in to be a part of the poem, so you are experiencing the situation. it's not about describing a sex act with cute or coy language and it has to avoid cliches at all costs. nothing's gonna trip me up more in experiencing an erotic piece like a clunky old cliche - with maybe the exception of a misspell which can break the magic, too, irrevocably!
that 'drawing in' part? depends on if you're writing for fetish genres, too... for some, it may make them feel voyeuristic - great if you're into that, maybe a little discomforting if not. if you're into furries, the stroking of fur may tickle your senses, others may react by 'nah, loose hairs? no thank YOU!' (there's an incest joke in there somewhere, but it's all relative
)
a scene can depict something that has virtually no immediate connection to sex but appeals to us sensuously.
with poetry, i'd say it's the appeal to our senses through suggestion of texture and temperature; the state of an object (solid/liquid/gas); shapes and reactions; tastes, lighting (again); the sounds used to create assonance/soft-hard edges/sinuosity/rhythm, to speed up a line to suggest a quickened heartbeat (for example) or the slow, gentle lapping of a tongue...
for me, the best erotica draws you in to be a part of the poem, so you are experiencing the situation. it's not about describing a sex act with cute or coy language and it has to avoid cliches at all costs. nothing's gonna trip me up more in experiencing an erotic piece like a clunky old cliche - with maybe the exception of a misspell which can break the magic, too, irrevocably!
that 'drawing in' part? depends on if you're writing for fetish genres, too... for some, it may make them feel voyeuristic - great if you're into that, maybe a little discomforting if not. if you're into furries, the stroking of fur may tickle your senses, others may react by 'nah, loose hairs? no thank YOU!' (there's an incest joke in there somewhere, but it's all relative
)
