Archive for the La Poésie Érotique Category

Haloes in Suite 508

Posted in Erotica, La Poésie Érotique, Senryū with tags on 2013/06/18 by Chantale Reve

Blunts smoked, he forgets
Their wallpaper-peeling heat,
Crime scene silhouettes.

 

 

 

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Da Bomba

Posted in Bomba y Plena, Dance, Erotica, La Poésie Érotique, Senryū with tags , , , , on 2013/06/15 by Chantale Reve

Bent elbow to drum,
He riffed off my fierce spirit,
Primed to get him some.

 

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Knight Moves

Posted in Erotica, Erotica, La Poésie Érotique, Senryū with tags , , , , , on 2013/06/10 by Chantale Reve

Gift scarves of chiffon
Reveal sacred engravings —
Violet passion.

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Hoppin’ John

Posted in Erotica, La Poésie Érotique, Senryū with tags , , , , , , , , , on 2013/06/09 by Chantale Reve

Jumping High clip art

Hopping out her bed,
He dove under my duvet
For Geechee-good head.


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No Holes Barred

Posted in Erotica, La Poésie Érotique, Multiples, Senryū with tags , , , , , , , on 2013/05/31 by Chantale Reve

Dream-creaming, she craved
Mocha-caramel fixings:
A hot fuck sundae.

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Plum Light and Pastis

Posted in Erotica, La Poésie Érotique, Poetry, Romance, Senryū, Travel Poems with tags , , , , on 2013/04/28 by Chantale Reve

Mauve waves crashing rock,
Glasses swishing liquid clouds,
Evoke dusky thrusts.

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Sunset Intervention

Posted in La Poésie Érotique, Senryū, Straight-up Romance, Travel Poems with tags , , , , , on 2012/05/29 by Chantale Reve

 

Pink light on Pont Neuf

Bridges Piaf to Grace Jones,

Revives faded love.

 

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Brando in the Tuileries

Posted in BDSM, Erotica, Interracial Sex, La Poésie Érotique, Mystery & Suspense, Stranger Sex, Tango, Travel Poems, Urban Erotica with tags , , , , , , , , , on 2012/05/26 by Chantale Reve

Pillow books her beau had recommended

Sprawled like a spiny duvet on her bed.

Engrossed in erotic-travel fantasy,

Bare she lay splayed and glistening

From tawdry phrases that she read.

 

Visualizing hairy knuckles vanishing

Beneath accordion pleats and loose hems

Of the boozy, bourgie heroine’s skimpy skirt,

She squirmed recalling an Italian World War II pervert. …

 

Once upon a time near a park on rue de Rivoli

She stumbled in pumps across an exiled count on edge,

Mumbling away in the shadows of le Jardin des Tuileries

About servile Berber women puffing under men of privilege.

 

Olive oil slick, his thick fingers coiled heatedly

Beneath her crammed canvas fanny pack,

Which like the nylon bra shielding modest B’s

She’d obsessed on clasping securely at the back.

 

Early-morning breezes wafted through her pliant ’fro,

Sailed her flimsy street map like a kite strung with de la dentelle.

Shady, debonair seduction blurred manicured paths to le métro.

Undulating plane tree leaves whispered faux routes to l’hôtel.

 

Her billowing blouse invited his trembly caress

Over a deprived pair of chocolat-tipped breasts.

He suckled long and hard before circling her rear,

Where chartreuse chiffon ruffles tickled protuberant secrets.

 

Fingertips inched past designer stitches on low-rise swells

Of dark denims, poking brown flesh with sensuality and menace.

Their gliding hips grazed like gondolas bumping tellingly in Venice,

Bridging May and December on Parisian grounds of a Medicis royal.

 

Dragging past tulip beds, swinging and twisting tango legs,

They shattered the invisible hourglass of mortal tension –

If not stepping around their disparate alienation.

In adagio he was schooling a tourist lost in les Tuileries

On expat angst while she surrendered to southerly touches,

Though flinched at his imported garlic-infused blues.

 

Sensing his wandering palm near her equator,

Diving and rising out of indigo cotton shadows,

She blushed back at marble mythical sculptures

Marveling at their mobile erogenous zone.

Despite his hardness leading her morals astray,

She risked his lust casting her into voluptuous stone.

 

Aged digits dipping into liquid flipped her switch.

His was an agile mind turned on like currents

Running through the Grand Carré fountain,

Where he soon lifted her off the ground and spun her ’round

Till she teetered, dizzy with peculiar, spine-tingling spasms

That burst into an aurora borealis of psychedelic orgasms.

 

Releasing gelatinous fluids with uncensored abandon,

She seized as if sanctified by a pantheon of goddesses,

Floating above her deranged stranger into swirling clouds

While out of the fountain’s ornate, tarnished copper spouts,

The Seine cascaded like fairytale silvery tresses

Tossing tiny sailboats in the rusty coin-tiled basin.

 

Tumbling forward through gilded memory’s minefield,

Ruminating guilt-edged bliss framed by naive courage,

Hurtling in space and time towards love’s heat shield,

She landed like a recycled bookmark on a dog-eared page,

Creased into her cherished lover’s graphic embrace,

Welding white-hot kisses in their wordless space.

 

 

© 2012 Chantale Rêve

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De Sade’s Ghost

Posted in La Poésie Érotique with tags , , , , on 2012/05/26 by Chantale Reve

 

 

 

Sinister hilltops rise

Above short-collared echoes –

Punishments gone awry.

 

 

 

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Conquest on Île de la Cité

Posted in Faith & Fantasy, La Poésie Érotique, Public Sex, Senryū, Travel Poems with tags , , , , , , , on 2012/04/23 by Chantale Reve

Gargoyle

 

 

Lapping like the Seine

At her bank, a gargoyle stokes

Fossilized lava.

 

 

 

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