Poetry Blog by Katy Megan Hughes (2015, erotic poem)
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A thumb – intently placed on chin
caressing every freckle into a letter
that spells out a story blushing lips
that remand and remade the ending
Forefinger – smoothing the jaw
straight as lines read and re-read
he turns her over like a page
his favourite fable, every inch
a mythology of unreason.
Genteel palm – perfectly placed
on ripened white, depressing sp...
Sunday 14th June 2015 9:35 pm
Moon beckons a beacon for the night demon’s path. Comfort strewn by creaks
of cooling corners in the bedroom. Dutiful goodnight kisses obligate a renewed
commitment to freshly etched, stone set commandments of the marriage rite.
Left alone, he clicks familiar websites, browsing history carefully kept out of sight.
Easing tension transiently until eyes hit on a caress of a photo...
Saturday 24th August 2013 7:57 am
“I love this bed” you sigh. Half clambering, half enticing.
Socks fly chaotically towards carefully folded suit trousers
on the stair banister outside our door. Seductively deluded
domestic comfort. We mock the coupling joggers sweating and panting.
Beating the towpath in desperate lust for a BMI of whatever. We know
a much better way to keep the pounds off by keeping poundi...
Sunday 10th March 2013 10:28 am
“Remember these times.” Urging me earnestly
whilst you nuzzle my hair down there. I dizzy and delight
at your glasses still on. A wicked glint behind
magnified - tantalizes. I draw breathe, thighs tense.
I protest “No, no, you can’t do that it’s the wrong time of….”
You can. You will. You do. Body squirming, eyes wide,
I clutch the duvet, horrified. Yo...
Sunday 24th February 2013 10:27 am
I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.
Skin up, pop a cork to dilute our blood with Bollinger.
Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer,
goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.
“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet's fool.”*
Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to
Sunday 3rd February 2013 8:24 am
For two days and two nights we architect a megalomania
in defiance. Disguised in stray abandon amongst oblivious streets.
Scavenging on Oxford Street you buy skinny black jeans and converse.
Just like mine. We shamelessly crawl sex shops for new toys
and sully Soho square’s benches with marijuana smoke.
You recite poetry loudly, off the cuff of your duffle coat,
Sunday 27th January 2013 8:17 am
Never expect but always must anticipate
Children now asleep, I am freshly bathed
His fantasy diverting to an eager soliloquy
raps my door delicately
Dutifully agitated into dazed acquiescence
He thrusts me forward, a quickening zealous
One hand over mouth, other girdles my belly
then politely assaults me
I turn on kettl...
Sunday 23rd December 2012 10:23 am