Raw with desire.

A fictional erotica.

In the flickering candle light,
I see your silhouette burning bright;
You press your body against mine,
Grab my hair and whisper, ‘I am thine’.

While the flames with passion burn,
You drag me close, we toss and turn.
You kiss my lips; make me struggle for air,
This wasn’t our dream, it’s a nightmare.

You pull, I push,
You pull again.
I close my eyes,
You call my name.
Consumed with desire,
Or driven by hate.
Is it still you?
Am I too late?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love how you portray the push-and-pull of love and hate in an erotic setting. This doesn't feel as deep as what I would call "erotica" -- it's mostly about what's going on in the mind. To me, erotica is more raw & blunt about the physical aspects of mating. To me, the mind is the most powerful sex organ of all & that's why a poem, mostly about the mental push-and-pull of surrender, is more impactful than erotica, in my book! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fairy Khan]

I think you're right. I now see it differently. Thank you for your valuable insights.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting poem...because i feel the aftermath of a fight..and then the make-up sex...but also a relationship that has gone bad, emotionally for one reason or another....but there is still animal physical attraction that overrides...
j.

[Fairy Khan]

Your interpretation is on point.

[Relic]

This seems to portray a dream-like quality to it. There's a vague sense of reality that would emanate from the heat of passion, yet, the outcome seems unknown inside the speakers mind.

Interesting poem. :)

[Fairy Khan]

I like your elucidation. Thank you for reading. :)