
EASTROTICA EROTIC LITERATURE
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Miss Me - Notebook Clippings
Don’t you miss me?
Do you feel the ghost of me,
Wrapping around your body,
Gripping you tightly?
Doesn’t the pit of your belly ache with craving?
With a need that she just can’t satisfy?
Isn’t your throat parched,
Your tongue dry,
Thirsting for my nectar?
Don’t you miss my songs,
The melodies of whimpers and sighs
Sung to the drum beat of our bodies;
The way you would harmonize with me as we build to a crescendo?
Does the majesty of your vessel long for my worship?
Have you yet forgotten the feeling of being a King?
Have you forgotten the primal ecstasy of conquest over a foe as formidable as yourself?
You’ve always loved a battle, a challenge,
More teeth than howls.
Don’t you miss me?
Don’t you miss the calm after the storm,
The bodies laid to rest, the quiet peace of dawn,
Your soul finally free to wander as it pleases?
Don’t you miss you?
- Monique Chandler
Finding Religion
If I told you I had a love affair with a God,
Would you believe me or think my holy hallucinations mere fantasy?
Well, let me spin you a fantastic recollection with perfect clarity.
He came to me in my sleep, my ageless oneironaut, travelled through different realms and dimensions, through space and thought.
After landing in my subconscious and building a palace in my dreams, he held hostage my soul, summoning me at his whim.
He whispered to me, that we once were Lovers past and how relieved he was to have found me.
"You don't remember anything, I know," he said,
"But it will all start coming back once I get you in bed."
With no other warning than that and the flash of a mischievous smile, he pressed his lips to mine, sending bolts of lightning running down my spine.
My clothing came off before I'd even blinked and his body on mine was starting to impair my ability to think.
"Now, wait, just a second," I tried to breathe, "You're moving too fast."
I mean, I've never had sex on the first date.
His response was a low growl and a spank on my ass.
"I've been separated from you for eons, my love, how long will you make me wait?"
He gazed at me with black opal eyes, set beautifully in his coffee skin, with an expression there is no one word I know of to describe.
In a single moment, he looked joyful, pained, starved, nostalgic and somehow, like he was seeing sunlight for the first time.
I saw, reflected in his pupils, lives I'd no recollection of living, women I'd no recollection of being & I understood.
And it was in understanding that I could deny him no longer.
With his face in my hands & a knowing smile, I agreed,
"For tonight only, my King, you may resurrect your Queen.
Conquer me, as you once did the World of Men,
Drink of me and find your thirst for power quenched,
Come into me, my love; wander no more,
Come let Mami wash away the horrors of War."
Needing no further permission, he devoured me whole, his mouth trying to drink in my very soul. With every sip of me, he grew larger; engorged on my energy his fire opal irises ignited, making magma of my very matter. God...don't look at me like that.
His every move melted me, moulded me, marrying me with misplaced memories. His fingertips reclaimed old roads, mapped out on my skin by countless incarnations past; trails he had traversed thousands of times over.
His hips danced to drum beats previously branded in my flesh.
Our bodies sang hymns in unfamiliar languages.
But these breaths, this mingling of skin, this pulsating rhythm of our heartbeats... It was somehow the same as it had always been.
For a moment, our planets aligned again, causing cataclysm so saccharine, all of my atoms tried to run away from each other.
And all of a sudden, I remembered... His Name.
I opened my mouth, filling my lungs with air to shout his worship,
And then...
I woke up.
...huh...
... What was I dreaming about again?
- Monique Chandler
Dominic's Words
Words:
grind
rock
twine/entwine
bob
spread
circle/encircle
pin
rotate
cup
yank
twitch
quiver
squirm
curl
seize
surge
drip
leak
plunge
push
Encircled and enraptured,
She twitches, close to rapture.
He's seized a part of nature,
Wings spread and thorax pinned,
Her lips are leaking sin.
She bobs like a buoy in the ocean,
Quivers and rocks with every wave.
He plunges into her depths,
And pushed her to be his slave.
She drips the finest wine, and his cup runneth over.
He finds, entwined in her design,
Cinnamon and clover.
Their clockwork bodies grind, rotate and yank
All in time, to fill desire's bottomless tank.
Now she is full but she still squirms when she gets the urge,
To connect again, positive and negative ends, and experience love's surge.
- Monique Chandker
We Eat Well
Your
Giant Tongue
laps Cosmic Colours
into your mouth,
Sweeping Earth Elements.
When i suck it
it swells and grows
sensitively-so.
Allowing Full Feeding
and Exchange with me.
We Eat Well.
- Patrice Charles
Influence
While recording Dreams
I give you sway
over an Undeniable
Past.
What will you change?
Re-positioning limbs.
Pushing her
into me.
Pushing me
over the edge.
- Patrice Charles
Churning
I churn until
It is sweet enough.
Squeeze. Release.
Peaking and dipping.
Squeeze. Release.
A frothy wave dancing in
Clear currents.
Stirring sweetly,
Combining beautifully.
It is sweet enough.
- Patrice Charles
Posession
Snake charmer
that you are.
Crawling up my spine
closing down my eyes,
Parting lips.
my hands trail
after you,
Embracing Myself.
Tracking you,
following your scent
over my body.
trying to Possess,
You make me
Love Myself.
- Patrice Charles
My Men
I’ve always loved the worlds of my men. Sniffing out closet spaces, buttoning man shirts over my breasts. Fingering dressing table items, spraying cologne on my thighs. Breathing in the bed’s disarray, faint with the sweet sweat of lovemaking; delighting pheromones.
Floor lines grind and blur into a smoothness that makes walking in their space so easy. Oh and hands, how I love to see them spread and stretched out…grasping kitchen knives, holding cigarettes and steering wheels. And the feel of their fingers working into me with the pulse of pleasure, sliding in inch by inch…pulling me into their control.
- Patrice Charles