Softening Like Chocolate In Sunlight -- an erotic poem by Mona Arizona

Chocolate Chocolate Chocolate

Chocolate contains phenylethylamine, which is a naturally occurring substance and mood booster.

Ancient Aztecs strongly believed in its aphrodisiac power.

The Mayans enjoyed chocolate drinks from vessels like the one below. The vessel photographed and used here was found in Guatemala at the Altar de Sacrificios.

©Softening Like Chocolate In Sunlight

Drink me

Let loose your

Wolf calls, those

Near-anesthetic words that

Burn in the quiet

Midnight air

That whisper in my ear

You Are Mine

And brand my neck with your bite

On the edges of a

Baccarat vodka tumbler

Cliché delicate pink lip-prints sit

Patiently

Impatiently

I stand

Waiting in stone-washed denim

Anticipating the aroma of

You

Your shirt

Your mint-coated pockets

I am like a teen again

An ingénue with a woman’s knowledge

Venus folds in pink on a bare canvas

Leda welcoming Zeus as swan

Molten lava-lust awakens

Muffled elation

Expectation

Understanding you will

Loosen your best talent

Yes

Be a biro

Write all over me

Swollen lips engage

Feral aromas wreathe

Bodies dance like waves

Unchoreograhped

My mantra begins

Repeats

Pleads

Surrender

From the burgeoning

Garden of delight

Unable to quell any

Internal breakdown

As your eyes watch

Study

Scrutinize

Every agitated alteration

My body labors wantonly

Your rapid heavy breaths

Excite

Reveal

Your desire formicates

Tingling nerve endings

Like tiny bugs under your skin

Concurrently my world

Turns on its axis, collapses

And we are thrust into the

Waiting abyss together

Mona Arizona

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© She Get’s A Ten for Commitment and Execution

Provocative with a hint of eroticism, Mona Arizona's poetry never fails to surprise and entertain

A slight abrasion on her knees

Was from weekend prayers,

Or from doggy-style love;

It depended on how her

Weekend went.

Tall, brawny men

Were often her gods,

Were frequently her master;

Self-esteem never stopped

her from submitting to both

With love and appeal.

Though there’s fear in her heart

from improper execution; you see,

She’s a pleaser,

A teaser,

A believer in

Devotion and dominion.

Mona Arizona

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(painting: Streetwise by Malcolm T. Liepke, oils on canvas)

Mimi - Mona Erotic Poetry: But You're Her Slave

Warning: Mona Arizona's erotic poem is visually and verbally explicit. Recommended for 18+ years and older.

Ten-finger massage intimacy,

Your mascara stained palms

Hold her tears, cover gazpacho-soiled lips—

Disobedient and pleading—

As repeating, thunderous claps

Bring her desirous body,

A wantonness body

Regretting its betrayal

Of her proprietous mind,

To climax-induced screams.

©But, You’re Her Slave

Mona Arizona

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(Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke)

Mimi-Mona Poetry: ©North — South

It's those little things

you tell me

that turns me sideways,

tilts my world

on its axis

until

I can't see north.

You have humming

those little parts

of me

neglected for days;

tonight they sing,

they beg,

they plead,

they promise

anything

if you'll join the

chorus down south.

Mona Arizona

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Mimi-Mona Poetry - Erotic: He Wanted

 ©He Wanted

Mona Arizona

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With a devilish grin

He held her with one hand

With the other stroked her back

Snaking wicked fingers down her spine

Spreading open the cover

Of lustful delights so he might

Unravel the mystery of her

Secrets hidden and pressed like a flower

Mobile lips read her thoroughly

Pressing hers before moving

Down to excite her scented folds

Watching her as she came undone

He was tormented with anticipation

Tempted by her seductive words

Fingers lovingly spread her open

And he read every detail of her experience

Watched as she came undone

His only plan was to master her but

Felt like he was the one being mastered

Taking a deep breath he loosened the reins of control

He flipped her upside down

And shook up her world until

He'd thoroughly read her needs

Fanned her pages as her world spun

Then lingered at the climax of her story

Before telling her, "I'm reading you again."

(the provocative paintings are by Jennifer Maza)

Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: I Can Make Your Dreams Come True

©I'll Make Your Dreams Come True

Mona Arizona

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Hey, Babe, can you spare me some time

I've had my eye on you, that's surely not a crime,

In your new suit you're looking so smart and brawny,

Hey, Babe, give more than an hour to me.

The scent of your cologne states you're pedigreed;

I'll give you hint, I think you'll succeed,

'Cause it's pulling me in, yes, it's drawing me to you,

And every thought I have  is of our rendezvous.

Meet me upstairs in just a minute from now;

In less than an hour, I will show you how.

Give me your hand and I will show it to you—

One horizontal dance, I'll make your dreams... come... true.

I'm the kind of girl who likes to play hard to get;

But in my knowing hands, there's nothing you'll regret.

Look at your silk shirt, such elegance, such class;

You're as handsome as the love gods, my dreams you surpass.

Take off your clothes dear, let me see the skin of the man.

You're smooth, but I'm seductive and I have a plan.

You're drawing me in like a lodestone to you;

Forget about the hour, I'm going to need a day or two.

I'll be the smoke from your fire

Smoldering, endless desire;

How long will our flame burn?

—— —— ——

In our first dance I'll make your dreams come true,

You know I can, oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo,

All it will take is just a day or two;

Let me show it to you.

And if it takes a little longer?

Babe who cares?

I'll be the smoke from your fire,

Smoldering, endless desire;

How long will our flame burn?