The Beginning of it All

Today I'd like to share what got me into writing erotica in the first place.  It wasn't something I just started doing one day and thought, "Hey, this is great."  It actually all started in my poetry class of my junior year of college at the University of Nebraska at Lincoln.  We were reading a new poem and that poem was so sexual in nature, but the subject was completely non-sexual.  It baffles me that I didn't bookmark, or save the poem in some way, as it inspired me to write my poem.  I thought for a moment about what that could be, and after just a short time pondering, I decided on coffee.  I immediately started writing this poem.  I remember sitting in my next class still being engrossed in this idea of a coffee poem that would seemingly be about sex.  Oddly enough, I started my process simply by looking up words that described coffee.

That was how it all started.

I wrote my first draft and took it to class for one of our poetry share days.  Everyone was devouring it.  After taking it to class, I got a lot of feedback and the poem ended up undergoing about five rounds of edits.  I wrote a lot of poetry in that class that year, but my coffee poem was everyone's favorite, and it's still mine.  I decided that I had a penchant for writing erotically and decided to embark on writing a short erotic story.  I shared it with a few select people, but it was a hit each time.  It was then that I decided that I would continue writing erotica, and poetry.  In all honesty, I adore writing in all its forms.  I simply find that I, myself, enjoy writing poetry and erotica the most.  I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

The poem that started it all --

Sipping Coffee at Mid-Morning Rise

is an afternoon romp
on a
warm, sweaty summer’s day.
Dripping – steamy
an aromatic, full bodied
tongue teasing
experimental indulgence.
Never the same – an infusion
of sensual caramel,
chocolate mocha.
feeling of
slipping between the sheets
for the first time - with each
sip.
And engaging in a ⎯
twisty, smooth
flavor-ful caffeinated bliss.
Which by the way,
makes coffee, coffee.
Robbing the bean of its livelihood
is like stealing its resolution
Instead of 1080p
you’re stuck with
380p.
IT’S NOT THE SAME.
The steam – when two became one.
Coffee and me.
So, I’ll take hold of the hard
robusta.
Thick, woody –
soft
and inviting – alluring, enticing,
and oh so indulgent
flavor,
just like it’s going out of style.
After all, it is an obsession. My obsession.
It is one I cannot shake,
and will not break.
The allure is so strong, sweet. A
smell that cannot be denied,
ignored. A taste
so sweet
silky and
never the same experience
twice.
Each parting of my lips ⎯
an intense, sensual,
mouth-watering
dance.
A harmonious infusion for my mouth,
hands – my fingers, which intertwine
around that cylindrical curvature of a cup,
like that of the sonorous
syncopated rhythms of feet.
A tango of sensual flavors ⎯
My tongue and taste buds
tease each other.  Luscious engaging
tingles of flavor
taste buds crave – amorous melty
essence my mouth desires.
Twisting, teasing, tempting,
coupling my mouth
in perfect symmetry.
I’ll be creative,
and live
in the moment.
My cup is a
canvas ⎯
craving the caresses
of charismatic flavor.  The pouring
of endless
countless shades
of sensualities. Smooth and peaked
with perfection.
It is a renewal of the senses,
pulsating with an irrefutable
magnetism. An essence for my
mouth. The gift from the Gods ⎯
of interpersonal
communication between my lingua
and soul.
I am not timid
and    ⎯  won’t disappoint.
I’ll forever
froth my cup,
for my tongue,
will eternally explode
with gratitude.

After writing this, I was hooked on the idea of erotic writing.  Once I had written a couple of short erotic stories, I decided that I should give writing another poem similar to this, as well.  My next erotic subject for a poem was wine.  I approached the writing of this just as I had the coffee poem.  I'm not sure I enjoy it quite as much as the coffee poem, but I may always have a bit of favoritism towards "Sipping Coffee at Mid-Morning Rise" simply because it was my first.  You never do forget your first... I think we can all agree on that one.