Bodies entangled
In languid pleasures
And casual pain
In roses and weeds
Are these kisses frantic?
Yet hidden in need
Still life photographs
Of Paris' past
Arms decorated in patterns and pictures
Our secrets, our fantasies
Forbidden tales of female
Love and lust
Captured on Camera in the clubs of the twenties
Smokey lounges
Sweetened silk sheets

Cars created by the powerful
The driver of some wealthy fellow
Transporting secret lovers from all sides of town
After hours after dark
When the husbands and wives leave
Web of mischief, deceit, andwettened beds
Romantic sexuality
Lit by the cast of France's lights
Whores smoking in the alleys of the night
Masquerading in disguise
The world's most impassioned and seasoned lovers...
Ladies quietly strolling
Hand in hand
Dressed in boas and rimmed hats
Holding scented flowers to their chests
Kissing discreetly, privately
Hungry, unsure who may see.

Erotica 3

Dressing in tux's and gowns
The ladies of Paris' past
danced at night
In the secret underground clubs of Lady France
Rooms of strangers caught in trance
Seeking to indulge their desires
Some felt shock and some felt shame
As they watched and dreamed
of lovers truly living
Unafraid of outer restraints
Passion was the color of their lips

Fruit they tasted
Between thy hips
Their hearts content
As those whose could only merely watch
Only wished
to explore the body and souls
infinite capacity to seek and know
all that is,
Pleasure and pain.

davina 3-16-99

"Jouisance..."

Two majestic bodies
Carried towards ecstasy
The dew dripping from
The bottom of my heart
So sweet...
The wings of my angel
Wrapping around me
Securely

Tears fall away from my soul
Achingly...
To cup his strong chin
I seek warmth from my lover
Through his hands
Softly emerged into enchantment
His kisses falling hard down
Down unto me
Causing me to shutter
Inhibitions set free
To take his phallic
Erection and moisten
him with my longings
When his passions explode
I can hold his seed
safely in my rounded belly

His star brightly shines in
A far away galaxy
His light pierces me
Nipples hard,
Throbbing for days and days
My clitoris pounding
Pulsating, dancing
Demanding...
The pain comes to an end

I become numb, dizzy
Being swept into a dark ocean
of lust,
In eager thirst I swim to him,
My body loses form
Substance now mere fragments
Scattered, tired from frenzy
Flying from chaos
Towards the promise
of him touching me

My lover I crucify myself
For the temptation of our
1st embrace
In erotic trance, I toss and turn
Pulsate

Sleep stalked by new hungry
To mate
Bewildered with fire and fever
I walk barefooted confronting the urgency
of the storm
I have to have you

Desire, ...now has a face
Greed, a different meaning
A new fate
Rapture, of a body enslaved
Yet freed
Divinity; ...a god-shell

All the promised evenings to be had
Mornings foretold,
flood my body with wet hopes
and secretions
Overwhelmed
Hastily, in splendid
eagerness
I open myself,
So my lover, my bright star
My sweetest angel
You can now come in.

davina july 16 1998