Welcome To "A Tu Placer" - At Your Pleasure

On the theory that life is so short that we must eat of the ripe fruit of the tree and garden, I'll be posting my own "literary erotica" here and yours, at your pleasure. my new work will be posted on my pages and linked back to La Parola Vivace. Please submit work to me jenneandrews2010@gmail.com-- and help me spread the word!

Monday, January 17, 2011

In Celebration of the Body...






Poppy, Georgia O'Keeffe-- reposted via Net Fair Use copyright exemption



Ode to the Mound of Venus

I have found my sacred flower
Is that not the tumescent aching of her heart
She undoes me with her shameless power

She undoes me with her untamed power
She pulses, moistens, plays a burning part
O taste and see this brazen flower

I knew little of my hungry bel fior
I had no blueprint for the art
Now I have found a secret pleasure for les heures.

I have found a secret pleasure for the hours
Touching her,  ecstatic waters part
O marvel at my brazen flower.

I adore my honeyed bel fior
She blooms by swelling in the dark
I break a sweat from her bien sur, 
The red wet slaking of her heart.

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Alternative version below, closer to a classic villanelle--?


Ode to the Mound of Venus  ii

 I have found my sacred flower
Is that not the tumescent aching of her heart?
She undoes me with her shameless power.

I have found a secret pleasure for the hours
She pulses, moistens, plays a burning part
I have found my sacred flower.

The poppy’s taste is  sweet and sour
I had no blueprint for the art
She undoes me with her shameless power.

She torments me in my untamed hours
She pulses, moistens, quivers like a hart
I have found my sacred flower

She tickles me pink within her bower
Touching her, ecstatic waters part
She undoes me with her shameless power

There’s no time to spruce up in the shower
She blooms by swelling in the dark
I have found my sacred flower
She stuns me with her shameless power. 



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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011
all rights reserved....
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011
all rights reserved.... 

Also posted at La Parola Vivace per One Stop Challenge...

11 comments:

  1. Dare I enter? Yes, I do and must, such is the pull of this wonderful villanelle, this rich corporeal celebration. I find it especially heartening to see such own-body celebratory poetry from a woman can so movingly and cogently write on physical disability as well.

    I respectfully offer my own humble (but heart-and-loin-felt) attempt at literary erotica, a poem from this past summer …

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  2. Yes, Lorenzo-- glad you're here. I'll check you out! xxxxj

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  3. Beautifully written. The poem you commented on on my blog (Udulo's Rise) is only the first 10 stanzas of around 120 just for part one. It's a four part epic and will rock in at about 500 16 line stanzas. Most will remain unshown on my blog but for maybe the first 20 or so stanzas. I'm on third edit of part one now :D

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  4. Lovely celebration here, deserves several readings.

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  5. "She tickles me pink..."
    There's a visual for you !

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  6. Wonderfully rhythmic and very sensual.

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  7. So very sensual, and the picture goes so well with the words.

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