A poet must understand words, be comfortable with ambiguity, with misdirection. Where each word must carry itself and the weight of the whole. What do these words you chose evoke, how do they sit beside each other in a mouth (for poems are meant to be read aloud), do they wrestle for space? Do they drip from your lips?
It is the spell that words weave, the heart that skips, the stomach clenching, the ache behind your eyes as you feel the loss, the pain, the gasp, the relief of triumph.
They want me to prove I’m qualified! Me! I mean really. I’m only the inspiration of erotic poetry incarnate.
How to write an erotic poem for your lady friend
Begin by choosing a symbol, or a metaphor,
around which to twist the threads of your desire,
into a sweater of seduction.
