Archive for erotic poems

Plum Light and Pastis

Posted in Erotica, La Poésie Érotique, Poetry, Romance, Senryū, Travel Poems with tags , , , , on April 28, 2013 by anaamalii

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

© 2013 Chantale Rêve

All Rights Reserved

Un verre d’amour

Posted in Femmetaphysics, La Poésie Érotique with tags , , , on December 16, 2011 by anaamalii

stock vector Glass on Fire

Spend quality time alone with me,
For I was harvested to be tasted
By your seasoned lips.
Now I yearn for you to sniff my bouquet,
To trade melancholy for mellow folly.

I too am forty grueling years in the making,
Escaping wrinkled demise and fruit flies
On a tangled vine,
Barely spared from cruel, tannic mocking
By beautiful ones plumped by Provençal sun.

Plucked, I was tucked away in dank, wood interiors,
Agonizing over my inferior, altered state —
A liquid fate —
Aching in a cave dark like my fermented spirit,
Splintered memories split amid sharp taps and nasal tones.

Now that our destinies have converged,
Savor my robust and earthy notes,
Rolling red, wee waves
Over ridgy palate and fleshy tongue,
Tickling, trickling down the pink of your throat.

Liberate me if you dare from ce verre
Warmed by your tender palm caressing
Feminine contours,
By my trapped heartbeat that threatens to shatter
A fantasy of serenading you in burgundy allure.

I throb beneath the hard rim and your stare,
Painfully aware that you have paused —
Six seconds, pour moi —
To drink in your virile, rippling reflection.

Rouge erections swelling inside a fondled glass,
I am aiming nine fluid ounces to bounce in your
French-kiss-deprived mouth.
No emotional bribery as with those autre femmes —
Clutch the stem to imbibe me but no spitting out!

While last-call waifs snicker beneath 4 a.m. stars,
Their virtue flickering like vintage glass signage
Blinking neon blue,
I am embracing from inside as hope shimmers in pooling eyes
Of a barman thirsty for advice bottled-up for emotional rescue.

© 2011 Chantale Rêve

All Rights Reserved


Posted in Erotica, La Poésie Érotique, Straight-up Romance with tags , , , , on January 19, 2010 by anaamalii

Te adoro,
Mi amor.
Bésame porque yo tengo hambre
Como un fuego para agua,

Mi corazón,
Te amo,


Copyright © 2008 By Chantale Reve


Posted in Erotica, La Poésie Érotique with tags , , on January 19, 2010 by anaamalii

Lust burns forever.
Like stubborn magic candles on a birthday cake, it defies extinguishment.
Romantic love is the vulnerable mind’s way of coping with lust’s indelible imprints.
Lust is the persistent memory that eroticizes dreams,
Ever the elusive suitor.

Copyright (c) 2007 by Chantale Reve