Well, hi there.
From now on, every four weeks on Wednesdays, I will be publishing an erotic poem (either from the past, or recent). I’ve had some demand for it from some of my creative counterparts, and I love poetry.
Read Untitled (below or on my site), written by Danielle (yes, that luscious schoolgirl from the Screw U(niversity) series is based on an actual person) & I! This one was penned out of the blue, while we were bored in English class in high school, analyzing Shakespearean literature for the umpteenth time.
Enjoy, & please DO let me know what you think! The writing in Bold is Lexi (moi!) & the rest is Danielle.
Untitled (written in 2002)
Boredom prevails in my mind.
Mine as well
Doth boredom grows.
With a shallow breath
I doth see fault in this analysis.
Oh, what pleasure it would give me to protest
But I fear that desire will go untamed.
Evil consumes thee, concealed by your beauty
Thou shalt be resting in tranquil thought.
Thoughts of death consume my mind.
End my suffering, I am distraught.
My jaded composure is comparable to yours,
Thou art the reflection of mine own emotions.
Art thou as impressionable as other youth
To allow for such contemptuous thoughts to unfold?
Images of my vices pervade me,
Thirsting for chocolate o’er my tongue.
I doth protest!
(Such vulgarity doth appease me…)
Such crudity from a creature so fair,
Maiden of virtue, where art thou morals?
They seemeth to have deserted me,
Do not contest, leave me be.
I shall if only I reap the benefits,
Lie with me, righteous maiden, sate me,
As surely as you would melt atop a man
Whose meat doth pleasure your insatiable hunger.
You do beseech me,
An act so impure cannot suffice.
A man may not subdue my need
Yet a woman may question all values fair.
Thou art of right nature
You temptest men from afar
From near you rebuff fair advance
By castration of the verbal sort.
And you, who by thine own lips admit
Refuse abstinence and indulge in Satan’s game.
Art thou not ashamed?
Praising virtue, yet condemning it all the same?
Thy exude confidence in my capacity
To woo the likes of men all sorts.
Yes, thy may be of purest faith,
But unbeknownst to some, of dirtiest sin.
Words of caution echo in your mind
Yet you choose to ignore those who wish to be kind.
My desire leaves me ravenous and feisty,
My need, no longer a game, but a provision.
To you, bold maiden, I profess my celibacy
Discipline me under thine own supervision.
Let me know what you think…& click here to read some of my short erotic stories!
Lexi
www.lexisylver.com
Boredom prevails in my mind.
Mine as well
Doth boredom grows.
With a shallow breath
I doth see fault in this analysis.
Oh, what pleasure it would give me to protest
But I fear that desire will go untamed.
Evil consumes thee, concealed by your beauty
Thou shalt be resting in tranquil thought.
Thoughts of death consume my mind.
End my suffering, I am distraught.
My jaded composure is comparable to yours,
Thou art the reflection of mine own emotions.
Art thou as impressionable as other youth
To allow for such contemptuous thoughts to unfold?
Images of my vices pervade me,
Thirsting for chocolate o’er my tongue.
I doth protest!
(Such vulgarity doth appease me…)
Such crudity from a creature so fair,
Maiden of virtue, where art thou morals?
They seemeth to have deserted me,
Do not contest, leave me be.
I shall if only I reap the benefits,
Lie with me, righteous maiden, sate me,
As surely as you would melt atop a man
Whose meat doth pleasure your insatiable hunger.
You do beseech me,
An act so impure cannot suffice.
A man may not subdue my need
Yet a woman may question all values fair.
Thou art of right nature
You temptest men from afar
From near you rebuff fair advance
By castration of the verbal sort.
And you, who by thine own lips admit
Refuse abstinence and indulge in Satan’s game.
Art thou not ashamed?
Praising virtue, yet condemning it all the same?
Thy exude confidence in my capacity
To woo the likes of men all sorts.
Yes, thy may be of purest faith,
But unbeknownst to some, of dirtiest sin.
Words of caution echo in your mind
Yet you choose to ignore those who wish to be kind.
My desire leaves me ravenous and feisty,
My need, no longer a game, but a provision.
To you, bold maiden, I profess my celibacy
Discipline me under thine own supervision.