Clouds II E-Book

Z.J. Galos

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

Seitenzahl: 76

Beschreibung

When the poet experienced Aphrodite's personified sexual desires as a 'Dancing Eros' in Book I, he will also appear as a sweet 'Winged Child' throwing his arrows with a deadly aim, making no difference where or on what continent he'll show up, or which gender he chooses at random. But parties in full swing are his preferred spots to mingle, where the young and the young at heart gather with an expectation for a good time, a sensual flirt, or perhaps with good luck finding a matching partner in love.

Leseprobe

Content

Cloud 8: Wheel of Eros

drwg.02 clouds II: Saturday night

drwg.03 clouds II: on a dark balcony

drwg.04 clouds II: transformation in love

Cloud 9: The Sensual Couple

ONE

drwg.05 clouds II: a breeze for a subtle seduction

TWO

THREE

drwg.06 clouds II: basier bleu

FOUR

drwg.07 clouds II: picnic

FIVE

drwg.08 clouds II: star crossed lovers

Cloud Ten: Pairing In The Blue

Notes to Poems

Index of pages

About the author

Other books by the author

drwg 01 clouds II: in the triangle of lovers

Prolog

While the poet had experienced Aphrodite’s personified sexual desires as Dancing Eros in Book I, he is also appearing as a sweet Winged Child throwing his arrows with deadly aim, making no differences where or on what continent he appears, or which gender he’ll intend to choose at random. But parties in full swing are his preferred spots to mingle, where the young and the young at heart gather with an expectation for a good time, a sensual flirt, or perhaps with good luck finding a matching partner in love.

Meeting one’s love for a sexual adventure at a party might happen instantly and with an electronic speed of selection, but for real love there is though a greater play of the lovers involved, exploring the depths of their personalities and it definitely cannot be done solely by an Instagram of aesthetical design.

From a party in the City of Gold to another party in the City of Music, where artists and friends frequently meet celebrating life, followed by a sensual love affair in the land of the blue Med’s Classical antiquity, the poet endeavoured to paint his erotically inspired canvases expressing his experiences in the gardens of love.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

and therefore is winged cupid

painted blind.

William Shakespeare

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo

From another time, another place.

Michel Foucault

Eroticism cannot entirely revealed without poetry.

Georges Bataille

CLOUD 8. WHEEL OF EROS

On a late spring day the city was empty

at the beginning of a long weekend

people left already for the country side

the Bundu, the game reserve,

well-to-do left for the coastal retreats.

It was warm already in the morning

with temperatures peaking in the early

afternoon.

The asphalt in the concrete jungle radiates

stored-up heat, until late into the night.

Saturday night is party night, C. has invited

V. with hubby E, and El. from a next door

block of flats and B. and me.

We all are Europeans, speaking German

as a common language, met here in the

City of Gold, in Africa of the South.

B. and I reside on the 15th floor, were

fascinated by the outstanding view.

C. has her flat on the 8th floor, has

everything prepared, dimmed the lights,

music flows softly from the stereo.

We are the first guests to arrive.

El. is next, a curvaceous blonde,

she reminds me in her style of

Marilyn Monroe.

We shake hands and talk about

her life, her motivations to travel

and work in Africa.

The wine is cooled, the avocado dip

tastes delicious and so the fresh fruit.

Sandwiches, prawns, tiny grilled fillet

steaks…

the party swings, V. and E. arrive

we all are introduced, but they seem

to know El. from previous social do’s.

V.’s hubby E. has only eyes for my partner

B. and showers her with compliments,

in a continuous chat with jokes he tries to

impress her, overwhelm her with his charm.

C. has her slender arms around E.’s neck

like boy and girl they dance.

C. is lithe and thin like V. yet she behaves

like a boy with her short cropped hair

tight jeans and men’s shirt, with most

buttons open and the front to end in a

knotted tail.

El. wears a miniskirt and short top, exposing

her well shaped belly button. Her golden hair

is tied back, her breasts show her huge teats

through the soft tee shirt top with every move,

she obviously enjoys C.’s company.

V. is bored once the general conversation

had taken its course. She sits on the couch

next to me, asks me for a cigarette.

We sit closer together and smoke. She wears a

mini cotton dress of sheer fabric, her breasts

and her tanga show against the light when

she gets up to fetch an ashtray.

With ashtray in her hand she sits down, moving

closer to me, touching my legs

crossing one leg over the other, sinking back

into the fabric of the couch, exposing her

slim, well shaved legs for my admiration.

Whenever we touch slightly, we don’t move

away, a certain chemistry flows between us.

Some sparks begin to create an interesting,

stimulating conversation.

We talk about art, literature and philosophy.

She is in awe with the prophetic life of

Ben Gurion, I have read an interesting book

about this personality recently, I tell her.

Suddenly she became more interested in me.

V. moves to the kitchen, having a sudden

Impulse and I follow her.

We sample sandwiches and prawns, feed each

other, she takes hold of my finger, her lips

around she sucks it. We get close and closer

with a kiss of touching lips at first, when a kiss

when a greater one, with tongues talking in

wild, deep seductive moves,

excitement builds, excitement builds

she presses her hips against my erection.

We move back and forth, kissing and rubbing

there is no corner place for a quick fuck

in this crowded bachelor flat.

We excuse ourselves move out to the terrace

for a night view of the eastern city.

We find a quiet corner, at the end of a passage

and we disappear in the shadows of the

staircase landing.

Build-up excitement renewed as fast as we

place our hands on each other, touch and kiss,

with no one near.

V. has this burning urgency in her moves,

her fingers open the buttons of my fly

my hands are feeling her buttocks, all exposed

in their soft roundness, she moans as I touch her

vagina, let my hands slide over her clit.

She is indeed wildly in my pants exploring

the way I hang.

She is so excited she is close to come and

I cup my hands over her breasts and nipples

exert the right pressures everywhere on her

erogenous zones.

She gasps, emitting soft cries, I rub her clit

until she arches back and comes, as I suck her

nipple, having one hand at her bums.

She clings to me mounts me, pushes my back

against the wall, she rubs her pussy up and

down my hard cock in hurried moves,

I want to rip her clothes off, she declines,

she wants me to come as fast as she did,

but I can’t.

‘It is too dangerous here’, she sighs, takes my

hand and we move back towards C’s flat.

‘Ah there you’ are ponders hubby E, ‘thought

you got lost on your sightseeing tour’.

She avoids talking directly to him, opting

for the bathroom to refresh.

I tell B about the views, the many lights the

minefields being close-up, the pyramidal

mounds of sand from the dug-out goldfields

show an oncoming storm, with sand blown off

their apex in a constant dusty cloud.

I dance with B. she feels enticed, must have

Been Old E. who could not keep away his

hands from her.

The storm is now close, I can smell humidity

in the dusty air.

Everybody seems quite restless, B. smiles,

E. had complimented her and tried to kiss her

French…

had touched her breasts and let his hand

wander up her slim legs and thighs.

El. reports this scene to V.

She asks E. for a word, steps out with him

to the balcony of the small flat.

I can hear their arguments, she does not hold

back, perhaps aggressive as she missed a

good fuck with me before.

B. is tense, gets frightened by a storm,

suffers badly with migraine, she wants to

go home. This will be still a difficult night.

V. is fighting a battle with E. He slips into the

flat and has a good drink and he drinks more.

V. is upset and she disappears into the

bathroom again.

C. has a problem with her lover.

She was making love to him, when his girlfriend

walked in on them.

Being an Indian this was instant family feud.

El. her lady friend is unhappy, her boyfriend

left her weeks ago, she is irritated, seems

horny as hell, following V and me wherever

we move, she is trying to spy, create jealousy

through her gossiping fantasy.

She envies V and my electricity, she feels we

hit it off, she cannot stand our technique to

steel a few seconds for intimacy, a minute

off here and there to be alone intimately,

exchanging gestures of lust.

B. is exhausted wants to go to bed, I take her up

to our flat and kiss her good night, tuck her

into our cosy bed, we kiss she wants a quickie

just to relax and get to sleep.

The lightening is already on us, I promise

not to be too late, I have to accompany El. to

her nearby flat.