Erotic Poems
Immortal Sappho: Translations by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are modern English translations by Michael R. Burch of ancient Greek poems by the immortal Sappho of Lesbos on the subjects of love, Eros (erotic love), etc.
With my two small arms, how can I
think to encircle the sky?
—Sappho, fragment 35, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Mother, how can I weave,
so overwhelmed by love?
—Sappho, fragment 90, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
......
A Steamy Cup Of Coffee
by Everleigh Blackburn
steam whispers from the cup,
a sultry embrace,
rich and dark,
as I cradle its warmth—
the way hands linger,
and fingertips flirt.
a sip,
bold and bitter,
awakens every nerve,
......
The Sensual Waxing Moon
by Jayesh Goyal
A slip of the sari - a glimpse of her fragrant & sensual oxters, the enticing looks in her eyes-I try hard not to gaze
The fragrance of her femininity was stronger than any perfume rich in pheromones
The fire began in the conjecturing game, as my masculinity is consumed by her passion
I try so hard to keep control, to hold myself back, but her seductive powers won't give me any respite
Finally, we start our lovers dance, prisoners of the infatuations - in a room together, where everything got tangled
First, my fingers tangled in her hair - my arms tangled around her neck
Her tongue, tangling mine - my legs, her legs - always searching for ways to get more tangled
Even her lips had a shudder in them, and they were so sweet and wildly red
She was a mystery unravelling - as hooks came free and the flower of her breasts blossomed before my eyes - a deeper urge came over me
I was her ampersand within the phrase “Wants & desires” - the bed became an ocean and we rode the tsunami waves naked - learning how to quench deep desires
......
bind, torture, slaughter, misplace
by Mister Rotten
what is the base of this bass?
the click-clonk of metal and pace,
laced-systematic clanging - a race
blades of deafening sound in a maze-
musical ace, a surgical saw blend a chase
from your audio-victim's breasts no, the face
name one of those numerous ways
to place the base in the case of a bass-
bind, torture, slaughter, misplace
Love Poems by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch, many of them written for his wife Beth, the former Elizabeth Steed Harris, although some are fictional or written about other people...
Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch
“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga
Preposterous Eros shot me in
......
A Steamy Cup Of Coffee
by Everleigh Blackburn
steam whispers from the cup,
a sultry embrace,
rich and dark,
as I cradle its warmth—
the way hands linger,
and fingertips flirt.
a sip,
bold and bitter,
awakens every nerve,
......
Love Poems by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch, many of them written for his wife Beth, the former Elizabeth Steed Harris, although some are fictional or written about other people...
Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch
“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga
Preposterous Eros shot me in
......
Immortal Sappho: Translations by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are modern English translations by Michael R. Burch of ancient Greek poems by the immortal Sappho of Lesbos on the subjects of love, Eros (erotic love), etc.
With my two small arms, how can I
think to encircle the sky?
—Sappho, fragment 35, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Mother, how can I weave,
so overwhelmed by love?
—Sappho, fragment 90, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
......
bind, torture, slaughter, misplace
by Mister Rotten
what is the base of this bass?
the click-clonk of metal and pace,
laced-systematic clanging - a race
blades of deafening sound in a maze-
musical ace, a surgical saw blend a chase
from your audio-victim's breasts no, the face
name one of those numerous ways
to place the base in the case of a bass-
bind, torture, slaughter, misplace
The Sensual Waxing Moon
by Jayesh Goyal
A slip of the sari - a glimpse of her fragrant & sensual oxters, the enticing looks in her eyes-I try hard not to gaze
The fragrance of her femininity was stronger than any perfume rich in pheromones
The fire began in the conjecturing game, as my masculinity is consumed by her passion
I try so hard to keep control, to hold myself back, but her seductive powers won't give me any respite
Finally, we start our lovers dance, prisoners of the infatuations - in a room together, where everything got tangled
First, my fingers tangled in her hair - my arms tangled around her neck
Her tongue, tangling mine - my legs, her legs - always searching for ways to get more tangled
Even her lips had a shudder in them, and they were so sweet and wildly red
She was a mystery unravelling - as hooks came free and the flower of her breasts blossomed before my eyes - a deeper urge came over me
I was her ampersand within the phrase “Wants & desires” - the bed became an ocean and we rode the tsunami waves naked - learning how to quench deep desires
......
