Episode 36: Eroticize Me

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Marcie Prohofski hosts another night of sensual spoken word on this episode of Erotic Poetry Readings, recorded live at OneTaste in San Francisco. Listen in as the performers enchant and woo you into their sensual worlds.

First up is Park with a piece called ‘Cupcake Fudge,’ that will leave you longing for the combination of sweets, lust and love.

In ‘I Am A Lover,’ Stephanie tells us exactly how she loves, big and fast, but with plenty of room to move. No binding this woman up. She is a free spirit looking to please, feel passion between the sheets and be free.

Stephanie continues with ‘Eroticize Me From A To Z,’ a recitation of the alphabet that is like no other you’ve ever heard.

Jessica tells us of what happens when she dares herself to tell two people she finds them attractive on San Francisco’s subway. You’ll squirm in your seat with anticipation as Jessica takes us moment by moment through the experience.

Last, Fred tells us that there are a few great matches in history, among them, ‘My Mouth and Your Pussy.’ He takes us on a ride of pleasure, artfully detailing the complementary interplay between the two.

Listen in for all this and more as readers once again bravely take the stage to share their turn-on and adventures.

Transcript

Announcer: This program is intended for mature audiences only.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Welcome to “A Taste of Sex: Erotic Poetry Reading.” My name is Marcie Prohofsky. Today’s show is recorded live at OneTaste in San Francisco, a retreat center where you can explore true connection, including one to your sex and to your sexuality. You’ll be hearing prose and poetry from people who are totally willing to share their intimate experiences with you. Anticipate turn on and even inspiration.

Here’s a taste from today’s show:

Park: “My fudge-frosted fingers find your mouth, where they linger…”

Stephanie: “My love is unconditional, non-traditional. My generosity has no end. I am here to extend and defend my love, it is sexually expressive, intellectually progressive, neither oppressive nor obsessive, but definitely impressive.”

Jessica: “I saw a woman I was attracted to. She was tall, dark, long hair that was straight with little bangs brushed to the side…”

Fred: “There’ve been some great matches in history: Romeo and Juliet, Lennon and McCartney, peanut butter and jelly, my mouth and your pussy.”

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Marcie Prohofsky: In case you haven’t quite gotten in tune with OneTaste, we run on orgasm here. So, a lot of the orgasm tonight went to see one of our community members, who is in a “Vagina Monologues” production at The Castro Theater.

She’s also a singer. She’s traveled the world singing, and so she’s created some original pieces that she’s singing tonight, too. There’s a lot of people who went that way. The orgasm is in different places at the same time.

All right, well, my name’s Marcie Prohofsky, and we are slowly revving up into the very intimate evening tonight.  Ooh! “Cupcake Fudge”? With a title like that, I think we need to start with “Cupcake Fudge.” This is Park with “Cupcake Fudge.”

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Park: Hello. So, visualize a woman in a kitchen with her lover.

Cupcake fudge, toffee stuff
smudge of chocolate whipped to sludge
cooled fast enough to nudge a frost of
sugar crystals, icing crusts
top cracks,
whiffs of yum
hungers forged
tongue in lust
please to Gorge
lick luscious, viscous glazes must
eyes bulge
refulgent candy glistenings coat pan
smells swilled, impel fingers
hand to mouth
mouthing “Mmm”s
mock moans
make madcap giggles, groans
you reach to disentangle mess
that well might mangle my mascara
or my tresses
immingle, but bungle
bumpy caresses
my cheek atingle
my fudge-frosted fingers find your mouth
where they linger inveigling soft entry
your eyelids now sinking
your eyes try to drink me
my eyelashes flicker
pheromones thicker
then tumblers click and lust
the lockpicker opens us both
rides us harder in ardor
the world herder
drives us either farther
you blush, brush my breasts
look so bothered
I’ve long since surrendered
completely unguarded
guide your hand to my belt
want my clothes so discarded
op cracks
whiffs of yum
hungers forged
tongue in lust
please to Gorge
lick luscious, viscous glazes must
eyes bulge
refulgent candy glistenings coat pan
smells swilled impels fingers
hand to mouth
mouthing “mmm”s
moans mock all else

[APPLAUSE]

Marcie Prohofsky: Park recently moved out here from New York, and he came – he was here, I think, for just a few hours, maybe just one night. He showed up, and he read this piece at – at another erotic poetry evening. And, again, it’s just – the sensuality you capture as you read, it’s so amazing. Thank you so much. Yum, yum. “Wisps of yum.” Mmm.

All right. Stephanie, are you ready, Mamma Mia? Okay. This is “I Am a Lover,” and “Eroticize Me From A To Z,” or A to 7? A to Z.  All right.

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Stephanie: I do not like relationships,
the kind where lovers become obsessive,
irritate me, and become possessive.
They think they own me,
want to monopolize my time,
can’t let me be free to experience sexually.
I am a free spirit, no agenda for exclusivity.
I’m exploring in my sexuality.
I have let go of my frigidity,
opening up energetic pathways for connection
and perfection in the art of making love.

I am a lover undercover,
looking to discover
your wishes and desires
in between the sheets.
I want to watch
how your body moves to sultry beats.
I want to move with you
and feel the heat between our skin.
Let go and let the passion begin.

I am a lover.
I am honest about my desires.
I will not lie to you,
nor will I try to deny
the chemistry between you and me.
Watch out for my charisma,
it might entice you into a ménage à trois.
I like to please and tease.
I like to caress and assess
the curves of the female body.
 
I am a lover of women.
I like the soft kisses and nibbles on my neck.
I like the sensation of the palm and fingertips
caressing me from head to toe.
Let our breath become a synchronous flow.
We are one.
But, girl, let’s still have fun.
Tie me up, take control,
be aggressive and expressive.
I want to feel my body gripped in your hand.
Demand me. Command me.
Expand my sexual horizons
Teach me your tricks and licks.
I want this to be an unforgettable experience.
I don’t forget my lovers.
I don’t forget their touch, their embrace, their kiss.
You see, I want those memories in which to reminisce.

I am a lover who does not stop loving.
I am an open ear to hear your feelings.
I am a gentle soul, and through my hands,
I will bring you not only pleasure but healing.

I am a lover.
I am love.
Love will heal and reveal
the stupid ideal
you conceal yourself in.
Love is the real deal.
I’m not out to fuck you
and the next day pretend I don’t know you.
I want to know everything about you.
I want to know how your mind works.
I want to know all your silly quirks.
That way, I can appreciate all of your beauty.
My love is unconditional, non-traditional.
My generosity has no end.
I am here to extend and defend my love,
it is sexually expressive, intellectually progressive
neither oppressive, nor obsessive,
but definitely impressive.
Please don’t attach to me
just ‘cause you’re a match for me.
I love equally,
and for that I will not feel guilty.

[APPLAUSE]

All right, here’s your non-poem poem. And it’s “Eroticize Me From A To Z.” So let’s work our way through the alphabet.

Analyze me
Anticipate me
Awaken me
Adore me
Admire me
Breathe me
Bathe me
Blindfold me, then
Bite me
Bend me, and
Bang me
Captivate me
Charm me
Console me
Caress me
Cuddle me all night
Desire me
Date me
Dream of me
Dominate me, and
Demand me
Experience me fully
Explore me
Enter me
Eat me and
Enjoy it
Foreplay:
Feed me
Finger me
Feel me
Fuck me all night
Grab me
Grip me
Grope me
Hug me
Hold me
Hump me
Heal me
Intrigue me
Impress me
Imagine me
Ice me up
Jiggle me
Jerk me, and
Juice me down
Kiss me, and let’s get
Kinky
Learn me
Love me
Lust me
Lather me up with
Lubrication
Memorize me
Master me
Massage me and
Mindfuck me
Nudge a little
Nibble a lot
Observe me
Oil me up for an
Orgy and an
Orgasm
Play with me
Pluck me
Pinch me
Please me
Pet me and
Pull my hair
Let’s have a
Quickie
Receive me
Rub me
Ride me
Seduce me, then
Smooch me
Stroke me
Spank me
Saddle me, and let’s
Screw our brains out
Tie me up
Touch me
Tease me
Tickle me, and
Tell me your dirty little secrets
Uncover me
Unzip me
Undress me
Be vulnerable and
Versatile
Whisper in my ear that you want to
Whip me,
Wrestle me, and
Watch me
Work it
Examine me and
Yank me into sexual
Zion

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Marcie Prohofsky: That definitely beats the good old, (singing) A-B-C-D-E-F-G… Ahh. Did anybody see, oh, what was it called? “Avenue Q!” There it goes. Like “Sesame Street” for perverted adults. (Giggles) That’s me, even if I do wear white. Okay.

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[COMMERCIAL BREAK]

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Marcie Prohofsky: Oh, Jessica, with no last name, ready? Okay, all right. This is a piece called “The Woman on the Train.” Ooh, it’s been a while since you’ve been here on this stage. Everybody, please put your seatbelts on. All right, the train is about to move.

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Jessica: This may be one of my more innocent pieces, actually.

I have this tendency to feel turned on by people on BART. I see them, and I’ll flash in my head to making out with them. Or I’ll just feel the pull and the energy of it without acting on anything.  So yesterday, I was going to tell two people on BART that I was attracted to them – “was going to,” being the significant part. I didn’t; I was scared. Suddenly, it was a stupid exercise, I saw a woman I was attracted to. She was tall, dark, long hair that was straight with little bangs brushed to the side, a wide silver band on her middle finger of her right hand. But I didn’t say anything; I failed my exercise.

Today I went to the train station, and she was there, standing against a pole at Civic Center Station. Shit! She got on the Bay Point train, and I followed her on to the same car, sat in the seat diagonal from her. She was reading “The Chronicle.”

The person sitting next to her got off the train at Embarcadero, so I changed seats so that I was sitting next to her. I could see her orange GORE-TEX® jacket in my peripheral vision. She turned the pages of her paper as we rushed under the bay.  My insides were swirling, waves of nausea, my heart racing. I’m too chicken. I just can’t do it. I might throw up. This is too much.

The train arrives at 12th Street Station, and I get up to go. She folds her paper. This is her stop, too. Shit! I have to say something to her. This is embarrassing. She is behind me as I walk out of the train. Her foot catches my heel. My stomach lurches. She apologizes. I smile with a little laugh. “Can I tell you something?” My stomach is a tight, twisted ball of fear. Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God. There’s no turning back now. I can barely look at her. “I just – I just – wanted to tell you that I think you’re really hot.” She turns eight shades of red and smiles nervously. “I was just sitting on the BART, and I was just – I just wanted to tell you.”

My heart beats so hard and so loud, I’m sure she can hear it. Pressure in my chest, my vision is slightly blurred, heat, tightness, fear. She laughs and smiles, surprised, nervous, thanks me.
“Oh, that’s so flattering. Oh, my god, you just made my day.”
I run away, turning very quickly up the stairs, getting away quickly, and I turn the corner to the top of the stairs, and she’s walking in the station. I am high as a kite, my insides are alive and buzzing and giggling and terrified, watching her walk from the gate to the stairs, and then I stop. I think to myself, “Shit. If she gets on and off at the same stations I do, and we were in the same car two days in a row, I will probably see her again.”
Shit.
Do I talk to her? I am smiling. I am turned on. I did it.

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Marcie Prohofsky: (Laughing) Ahh. Mmm. Who wants her to say something to her tomorrow? Only 50% of the room? Ahh. 

This reminds me of this assignment that I had in this course that I took. We were supposed to ask for something that we actually really wanted and try to get a “no.” And if we got a “yes,” we were supposed to follow through with what we requested. I know. Holy moly.

I went up to this man, and I asked him if he would have sex with me. I’ve never been that direct. And I absolutely expected a “no,” and he said, “Yes.”  And then I must have turned 45,000 shades of red. I was like, “Oh, my god.”

So, anyhow, you’ll have to come back next week to find out what happened. Okay. So, moving along, right along, so we have Fred, “A Match Made in Heaven.”

Oh, what’s he got on his shirt this week? “Green 960AM.” Is that tied – is that coordinated with your piece? Oh. This man has more T-shirts with words on them than anyone I know. Some of them are very provocative.  All right, Fred.

Fred: This is based on a true story. It relatively is a true story.

There have been some great matches in history: Romeo and Juliet, Lennon and McCartney, peanut butter and jelly, my mouth and your pussy.

I know a lot of people probably wouldn’t think this way, but has there ever been a better match than my mouth and your pussy?  Isn’t it great how my lips can kiss and caress your lips, how my tongue has been designed with your clit in mind? My mouth brings its own lube, it’s responsive, flexible and tireless. It’s both soft and hard. I can suck you, nibble you, lick you, caress you and kiss you. My tongue can vibrate, flick, and flutter. And if I throw in a finger or two, what more could your pussy want?

I really love the warm-up dance, where I kiss you all over and tease your pussy, licking lightly up and down your slit, exploring, lubing, massaging, caressing you with my lips, my tongue and my breath. I feel you getting wetter with each stroke and flick of my tongue. I lap up your juices, while lubing you with mine.

The part I like the best is when you’re really getting close to coming, when I have to remain connected to you as you go totally out of control. Everything’s a balancing act –constant pressure, but not too much or too little, consistent strokes, but never boring, change up at exactly the right time.

As I suck your clit into my mouth and nibble on it, I grind my face into you and lick your clit, using the different textures of my tongue to play you. I finger you just right, bringing to my hungry, predatory mouth. You have no escape. Your only way out is to come. You must orgasm. You have no other choice. Orgasm or perish.

I feel you start to press, then I dance with you on your ascent. My mouth and your pussy are locked in a pas de deux, everything both alone and in synchronicity. It’s a dance worthy of Astaire and Rogers as I bring you up and climb with you. I’m both totally in my body and totally in yours.

Tongue, fingers, lips, clit, everything in perfect unity as you climb both toward ecstasy and relief. You feel my hands all over you, my mouth all over you, my breath all over you, me all over you. I engulf your pussy with my mouth, drawing you into me.

As you start to come, I push my face deeper into your pussy. I wrestle with you, holding your hips to my face, as you feign vain attempts to escape. I play with your clit at over 100% and make it play back over 100%. Just when it seems you’re going to explode, as you start your journey of incredible release and joy, I feel you shudder and spasm wildly, with my head locked tightly between your clenching thighs. Your hips buck wildly, but in perfect synchronization with my mouth, as you feel yourself coming again and again.

You come for what seems like a blissful eternity. I’m not really sure if that was one long orgasm or lots of short ones. We both start to come down in unison. I slowly ease up in pressure and pace as you do, and we both relax. As you lay back, basking in the afterglow, I rest my mouth against your pussy, gingerly navigating the areas around your beleaguered clit. A lick here, a kiss right there, is there one more spasm in you? Yeah, I think there is.

When you’ve let out your last shudder, when you’re drained and complete, I start to kiss and lick my way up your beautiful stomach, towards your gorgeous and now glowing face. Just before I start my journey, I stop and directly on your pussy lips one more time, only this time, I could have sworn they kissed me back.

[APPLAUSE]

Marcie Prohofsky: I’m so glad you’re a regular fixture here. That’s great.

Um, so, little anecdote – I have to confess. So, this guy that I asked to have sex with me, turns out, the previous time we had the workshop, he had set an intention to have sex with me.

Oh, no, you thought I picked him up on the street. Oh, I’m not that daring. But maybe, one day.

Anyhow, thank you all for joining us tonight. We’re here the first and third Thursday of the month, so please, come join us again. Yeah. Good night. My name is Marcie Prohofsky, and this is “A Taste of Sex: Erotic Poetry Readings”. Good night.

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Marcie Prohofsky: You’re listening to “A Taste of Sex: Erotic Poetry Reading”. For transcripts of this show, go to personallifemedia.com, and for more information about OneTaste, including our Erotic Open Mic nights, workshops, and other events, check out onetaste.us.

Tune in next week for more tastes in erotica. I’m Marcie Prohofsky, and thank you again for listening.

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