Clouds I E-Book

Z.J. Galos

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: CLOUDS, Erotic Poetry
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 64

Beschreibung

Dancing Eros: The poet has written his reflections on the subject of Eros. Eroticism has been a great awakening to him through a rather exciting and dramatic relationship of a body, mind, and soul-moving experience that not only changed his approach to poetry and writing entirely but also his life in an upside-down mode of living on this cloud called 'Dancing Eros'. Wasn't it only for l'art pour l'art, but also a deep dive into the depths of his sensual being he wasn't aware of before? Being on the Cloud of Eros had been a unique experience with words of wings flying forth from the bottom of his being. Long live the winged child dancing on Clouds.

Leseprobe

drwg. clouds 01: friends

Eros seizes and shakes my very soul

Like the wind

On the mountain

Shaking ancient oaks.

Sappho

What are the sources of poetry?

Love and death and the paradox of love and death.

All poetry from the beginning is about Eros and Thanatos.

Those are the only subjects. And how Eros and Thanatos interweave.

Erica Jong

For I must tell you that we artists cannot tread the path of Beauty without Eros keeping company with us and appointing himself as our guide.

Thomas E. Mann

Prolog

The poet had lived through eroticism while in love with a woman, an artist, a poetess, an Amazon-woman, who, albeit locked into an unfulfilling marriage, loved her personal freedom, and who would enjoy this quality of sexual feelings with a matching extramarital partner, man or woman. She happened to be an extraordinary human being, who reiterated to her partner the aesthetical quality of sexual desire, sensuality, and the important aspect of soul bonding that became at times so intense that she intended to pause the star-crossed union with her poet and find solace and respite in the arms of her girlfriend.

Passionate love of such a high degree of emotions will burn the lovers to ashes and had demanded for distance from her beloved at times and cool down both their extramarital relationships.

The poet suffered through the physical distance after the initial high-rolling affair and they had the inner drive to carry on with their eroticism that provided them with such great freedom of mind, body and soul that they could keep their relationship alive through the use of an online-love, using all the tools of modern communication for this love at a distance of continents that didn’t feel at all distant. Call it Cybersex, Cyber love, Cyber-come-together.

Desire with soulmates is powerful also on the Internet, a personal expression of a natural force, as love will itself ignite the lovers and will turn them on. But in the case of the poet and his poetess love’s heat couldn’t be turned off that easy, just being at a physical distance.

Eroticism is sexuality transformed by human imagination, enticed by two people who communicate these desires with each other, as the experience is greater with a partner sharing than alone with one’s fantasies, although it might have started that way, also in one’s later soulmate.

In the case of the poet and his poetess, pleasure has also been derived out of the pain of his mate, girlfriend, partner, and writing colleague, due to the fact that she suddenly stood at the end of her physical life due to a terminal illness and the experienced excitement of having found a final love that happened to be so passionate for the times she still could enjoy overall physical lovemaking.

Deeply wounded by this experience, the poet though connected immediately to his Muse, friend, lover, writing pal, so that they could free themselves completely from all trivialities and guilt and enjoy a new found happiness that had been treasured as a unique experience in erotic love.

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Index of pages

Cloud One : Image

Drwg. Cloud 01: Image

Cloud Two: Nightcap

Drwg. Cloud 02: Nightcap

Cloud Three: Seduction

Drwg. Cloud 03: Seduction

Cloud Four: Orgy

Drwg. Cloud 04 Orgy

Cloud Five: Chocolates

Drwg. Cloud 05: Chocolates

Cloud Six: Party Love

Drwg. Cloud 06: Party Love

Cloud Seven: Soixente-neuf

Drwg. Cloud 07: Soixente-neuf

About the author

Notes to poems

Other books by the author.

Cloud One

IMAGE

Wake half in a dream

my body stretches

elongates

My right hand slips

into my pyjama pants

feels my familiar

morning’s hard-on

my index finger touches

the tip of my glans

its lipped lined miniature

vulva opening

glistening with stringing

clear sticky juice

a vigorous sign of life, as

you’ve stirred in me

just before, before

made me aware of my

desire for you.

Your face close to mine

shapely lips aligned

to a faint and gentle

smile.

Emanating from the wide

open eyes, their

sapphire retinas sparkle

like cleansing pools

in the mountain’s mist.

I touch your elegant

sleek cheeks

complimented by your

aquiline nose

the alabaster of your

sculpted neck

the fine lines of its nape

where amber strands

of tussling hair hover

to frame its delicate

slenderness,

its golden petals opened

by the warming rays

of an African new born sun.

into this stillness –

scenic still life of beauty,

intimacy,

I float with you

on my cloud,

my secret cloud,

I often retreat to

alone with you,

together,

close.

Distant from public exposure,

disturbance, pain and noise

your softness engulfs me

you watch me with

inquisitive, warm and tender

eyes.

See my eyes’ expressions

my body's longings,

see my erection rise!

In my increased longing,

my sexual desire for you,

throbs for you in its

excited state,

it’s pointing intermittent

rush.

The pink marbled knob

changes to purple,

just before it’s peaking

pleasure.

The rubbing desires for

you,

eruption’s burning spunk

will hit my face, my neck

my heaving belly,

running towards its oval

depression, collected in

life’s naval bowl.

Your fingers dip into sweet

spent manna,

anoint my nipples, breasts

my thighs, in slow

sensuous, circular moves.

In this mystical ceremony

of this sacred self-love,

this feeling of syncing with

one's own soul.

I kiss your face, eyes,

cheeks and ears,

let my fingers run,

combing your tussled

hair,

your nape, your neck,

your sensitive hands.

This powerful image

in front of my eyes,

the sunrays dissolve

this faded photographic

real life-image

of you.

drwg. clouds 02: image

Cloud Two

NIGHTCAP

A gentlemen's evening,

announced by the portly

master of ceremonies

in a packed ornate city hall,

its facilities inadequate,

acoustics had never been

thought about.

The men all in black tie

their starched white shirts

in contrast to the rowdy

atmosphere,

the drinking bouts

the crates of beer, the endless

flow of wine, stronger drinks

now and when.

The mood becomes enticed

and into swing once the

topless student girls arrive

in the name of charity.

Sought after by the betting

restless crowd, the young

the connoisseur of beauty,

natural endowed lasses

their firm and well shaped

breasts, their pink nipples

set in midst if reddened disks

titillating the admiring crowd

the favourite ones raking in

a good turnover for the raffle

having enticed the men

who pressed their notes

into their slender hands,

with generous tips, enjoy

a close look at heaving

bonnie boobs.

The games begin, the pairs

of boxing amateurs will slug

it out in often too hasty and

enthusiastic bouts

wrestling in the raised up

ring, the underdogs get

much support, the men in

the know win the bets and

money will be thrown to

the amateurs in well-meant

support for the sport.

We admire the one's with the

big heart, the ones who stay

can take a beating, just to come

back again and win.

Midway the jokes are told

the party will get noisier

the bets are won and lost

the raffle price drawn at the

evenings end.

The show will close soon, but

other shows in private will get

into swing.

All over town private strip

shows, working over clients

some will be blown, others

solicited to sex, fulfilling their

needs and fantasies,

all this a follow up to deeds

of charity.

This voluptuous beauty takes

my hand

moves me to the dance floor

her face close she showers me

with instant kissing

perpetually,

her soft thighs pressing hard

against mine

in close caressing she digs her

fleshy tongue through my

welcoming lips, flooding the