Attempt Numero Uno @ love/erotic poetry :/

Bloom

Standing in front of the mirror
I take my shiny chandelier earrings off 
when I see you leaning
against the door frame in tight white 
boxer briefs. I feel your eyes moving over my body--
my hair, my lips, my neck, my breasts, my waist, my legs, 
tracing my silhouette, licking and then biting your bottom lip, 
leaving it redder and swollen, 
as if the temptation was as strong 
and warm as the glow of your skin, 
smooth like melted caramel. 
I feel you behind me, your bare chest and arms 
against my shoulders. Holding me, 
under the glow of one dim fluorescent bulb, 
your hands feel my body's response to your touch. 
Each pressure point, like droplets of rain running
down the fleshy petals of a Hibiscus, 
opens my soul to you 
for you are the sun and soil and rain 
and I am your flower. 

It's another luv poem

I was inspired to write this poem from a dream I had...from about three years ago. The title of the piece is significant because the dream was layered. The color of the dream shifted from color to sepia to black and white, and the structure of the poem reflects this, at least I think it does. Please keep in my that this is a relatively new draft - I think it has a ways to go before it's near completion, but it's an exercise for me - this is the longest poem I've written so far. Enjoy!

xo, 

Ari

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Three Deep

Jogging down

the road 

autumn leaves 

whirling, rustling 

and the feel of

cold, crisp air

on my pinked cheeks.

A Holy ruin,​​

the white wooden

house rests hillside—

window panes and

porch parched and

cracked, clumsy rusted

hinges,

on the door,

and a sign for sale

stuck slanted.​

Yellowed brown,

paneled papered walls,

carpet shagged and soft

under my shoes,​

a warmth in this house.

In the kitchen

nailed up​

suspended with string

a photograph—​

a wedding,

a man and

me.

A disorienting dizzy pain,

I fall to floor,

body and eyelids

sink and slump.​

Blackness all over.

Space solemn and empty,​

film reels flick

embrace me

my soul feels, no form

just eyes in air​​

there, you are.

Hollow and heavy

I feel—​​

you, I’ve known before.

Your name unknown,

but soul familiar, ​​​

I loved—

you and you—

loved

me

beautifully.​​​