Sanaa Rizvi is hosting dVerse Poetics today. The subject is exploring erotica as a literary genre. Subtlety goes a long way for me when it comes to erotica. I love pushing my own boundaries – not that mine are that cut and dried by it is still a genre not familiar.
The early morning sun
caresses their slumbering bodies
awakening one, who traces the rays
over his lover’s body with a soft caress
She stirs and goosebumps rise to meet his fingers
the heat from his body draws her close
a kiss on her nape shivers down her spine
and soundlessly, in unison
They turn to each other, then
ever so gently his body covers hers
as they welcome the day
with a rhythm borne of love
Yes, it is Wednesday, so that means Friday Fictioneers time! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, artist, writer, patient hostess, has chosen our very own c.e. Ayr’s photo…
Don’t ask me why I went where I did but, I, ahem, went down a different path this week…
Should you wish to join in on our crazy adventure, please click on Rochelle’s link for the hows and whats. If you wish to read other participants’, just click on the blue frog below!
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Got some creative crit and decided it was well-founded. I re-wrote the story as a result…
Word Count: 100
It was supposed to be for a light lunch. Neither was hungry, so they had a drink: water for her, soda for him.
They sat at a table and exchanged pleasantries. He asked questions, his gaze intense and she felt like he was reading more than her words. She felt the tension build and squirmed in discomfort, feeling totally exposed, yet strangely excited.
Before she knew how, he made her feel things she never imagined.
As he left her, dazed, yet lit up, he said: “You’ll see, this will play out in your head all day.”
He was not kidding.