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A colleague of mine, Richard Sexsmith, writes "Shakespearean Smut" and "Over-Educated Eroticism".Now you might wonder what that means, but essentially it comes down to this: It is erotic storytelling for people who have more discerning standards of prose.No poorly written trash.Instead think...A retelling of Romeo and Juliet, if Romeo was a cyborg and Juliet was a clone, and the story was set in

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 Peasant Magazine is seeking submissions for Issue #2. Specifically it is looking for fantasy, historical fantasy, historical fiction and magical realism stories that are between 1,000 and 8,000 words in length.PM is a free nonprofit fantasy/historical fiction/magical realism literary magazine that focuses on stories set on earth prior to 1750 or set in a fantasy world.Furthermore

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Robert Browning (1812-1889) Out of your whole life give but one moment!  All of your life that has gone before,  All to come after it, – so you ignore,  So you make perfect the present, – condense,  In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,  Thought and feeling and soul and sense –  Merged in a moment which gives me at last  You

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By Charles Moffat - January 2015. I find it fascinating how people like to combine erotic imagery with archery - usually with scantily clad or nude women, and rarely ever men in poses that look more like classic pin ups. Like the images below. Pin up art is relatively tame by modern standards. This piece is more about youthful athleticism then it is erotic. This photograph is so tame

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November 2014. So I was browsing art history books on Amazon when I came across the book "Erotic Art: An Annotated Bibliography with Essays" by Eugene C. Burt, as seen below. And as you can see, judging by the cover, it is quite possibly the least sexy book about erotic art you will ever see. 396 pages of essays about erotic art - quite possibly without even showing erotic art. The white

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By Charles Moffat I dreamt of her again last night. When we first kisses it was sweet and tender, almost by accident. But every kiss after that was more feverish than the last. It had been so long since we had last seen each other. We have both changed so much since then. But the old flame still burns strong inside us. I cannot change the way things are. Nor can I change the way I feel

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Blossoms of Love   Nay shall people say that your love doth not shineFor it shines like all the heavens after a glass of fine wine Nay shall people say that your love does not blossomFor it has already bloomed and that is totally awesome Nay shall people say that your eyes do wanderFor your eyes have become blind to what others have to offer Nay shall people say that your love

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Hello! I have just awoken from an interesting dream wherein I was flirting with my wife. It was bizarre for multiple reasons. #1. I am not married. I don't even know the woman in my dream. #2. I have never flirted in a dream before. Clothes ripping sex, yes, but flirting? Nope! Essentially I was visiting my wife at her office where she was working at hiring a new secretary. One of her

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Salsa Suite by Gail M. Murray, circa 2006. Member of the Toronto Poetry Club. It begins slowly, easily as friendship. They meet in salsa class over hardwood floors, beads of sweat and sensuous latin music. The students dance in a circular rotation. “Switch partners” the dance instructor calls. He’s coming towards her She looks forward to dancing with him. He makes her laugh, teases

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By Charles Moffat, Canadian Poet. Love and affectiondoesn't have to be erotic.The joining of two mindsis much more romantic. People who love only sexare really just pathetic.The virtue of karma in relationshipsis such that it makes justice poetic. Finding genuine love and kindnessmakes two lovers positively magnetic.Lust is the mere byproduct of affection,but true love is both prophetic and

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By Charles Moffat, Canadian Poet. I push you against the wall, ripping your shirt open You push me back, your hands tugging at mine Our kisses are fast, unrelenting and turn into bites We hit the ground in a tumble of clothing I struggle to get on top of you, to find my way inside you I succeed, but you grab me and wrestle me to one side I grab your breasts mercilessly, no time for caution

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By poet Charles Moffat. Song lyrics often employ double entendres like 'Let Your Love Come Over Me'. One of the best examples I've ever heard is the song Dirty World by the Traveling Wilburys (Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Jeff Lynne, Roy Orbison and Tom Petty). Dirty World By the Traveling Wilburys He love your sexy body, he loves your dirty mind He loves when you hold him when you grab him

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By fantasy author Charles Moffat. When I say the word "fantasy" I don't mean daydreaming about hot sex in a Brazilian waterfalls... as nice as that sounds, what I actually am talking about is traditional "Sword and Sorcery" fantasy. ie. Conan the Barbarian by fantasy writer Robert E. Howard. (Or Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling, although really, there isn't much eroticism to speak of in Harry Potter

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By Charles Moffat - May 2011.If you've ever read "The Song of Solomon" you might have asked 'What is this type of writing doing in the Bible?' Most people would not expect to find such explicit, yet highly poetic, descriptions of a sexuality and lovemaking in the Holy Bible.Depending on whom you talk to "The Song of Solomon" is literary smut but it is also one of the greatest examples of

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Radiating heaven his nakedness,  moonbathing on a dishevelled bed ©2011 Beatrice van de Vis

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photography by Elaine Eickhoff: Every Angle Photography: Mother's Nature

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quivers of ecstasy the fluttering butterfly his lips on the skin... ©2011 Beatrice van de Vis

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"The underlying affinity between sanctity and transgression has never ceased to be felt. Even in the eyes of believers, the libertine is nearer to the saint than the man without desire" Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality Closet devotions Author: Richard Rambuss,  Duke University Press, 1998 In Closet Devotions, Richard Rambuss traces the relays between these cultural

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Poetry by Charles Moffat - June 2010. I slide my hand down your back and cup one of your buttocks, pressing you closer to me. Our hips grind together rhythmically, drawn together by wild lust and rampant desire. Your lips are like water to a man traveling the desert sands, never quite quenching my thirst. Amidst all these wild emotions, the letting go of barriers inside my heart I question:

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L. Macy , ‘Speaking of sex: Metaphor and performance in the Italian madrigal’, Journal of Musicology, 14 (1996), 1–34 Carmina burana, L'incoronazione di Poppea, Poppea, Tristan und Isolde, Tannhäuser, Rigoletto, La traviata, Carmen The inherent irrationalism of music, its dependence on effective patterns of tension and release, pulse and rhythm, and its emphasis on emotion and feeling have

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Wings of aspirationMuse the music of shynessCollecting vibrations ofMeandering rhymes.Our amazed maiden meetManuscripts sonnets of Different verseBack in our mindAs time glances each others poetry.The thread of tie weavesA different spread of mosaicReaching our kite at another skyWhere cloud narrates The meaning of whitenessAnd rain sketches a seasonOf unique world of living.…… ……

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Poetry by Charles Moffat - February 2010. When you touch me I feel the temperature change When I touch you I feel your heart quicken When we are together We abandon loneliness and doubt We forget time and lose ourselves in sensual flesh When we aren't together Our minds wander to each other We lose ourselves in lustful daydreams When we come together again Our joy overflows as we surrender to

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. Rain cascading down through  bare branches,  how wondrous --after lovemaking ©2009 Beatrice van de Vis 

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life sometimes gets too overwhelming that i just want a man to rain upon me Pamela A. Babusci pub. in Notes from the Gean 2009

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blood-red stilettos the power i feel in them the power i surrender when removed Pamela A. Babusci pub. in Notes from the Gean 2009

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