Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Mr. Mark Davis .......still curling my toes

 I have been a fan of Mark Davis for over two years. I met the erotic poet here on face book as he approached me for friendship. He asked me for my opinion on a poem or two and since I love poetry I agreed. When the first poem came over by private message I was agape. Wondered if this guy was kidding. Mmm, tring to flirt with me? I checked out his face book and saw he was Australian and decided to give him another chance, after all he was 8,000 miles away. I read his poem a few times and recognized the talent that lurked beneath the erotic poem. So I asked him to send me another poem. Yep as erotic as the first yet poem was but now I saw a visual, that took talent. Yes he made me cross my legs, bite my lip and I tried very hard to deny that his writing aroused me. I am after all an erotic romance writer and write very bawdy naughty stories myself. So if he could move me, imagine what he could do to an erotic romance reader. We became friends and helped each other whenever we needed an opinion. So here's his novella, Teaching the Teacher and he's currently at work on his next poetry release. Don't forget to buy his newest Menage/Cougar, trust me it will curl your hair or straighten it......tee hee.......My good friend Mark Davis,he's still curling my damn toes. !!

It happened every month
As the full moon lit the skies
The same dream seemed to start
As soon as she had closed her eyes
At first she had been scared
The sensation had been strange
But he brought such pleasure
Her thoughts did quickly change
In her dreams her lover floated in
Carried on the mist
He would cloak her like a shroud
Feel her body kissed
As she prepared for sleep these evenings
She would bathe, put on some scent
It seemed to please her spirit 
Loved the effort she had spent
For hours he would tease
Too many orgasms to count
In the end she would be begging
Her ghostly lover urged to mount
Although it was a dream
Her sex would ache for days
For the night she was his captive
As he took her many ways
And in the morning when she woke
Her bed was in a mess
Every muscle ached
As she'd shower then get dressed
And as she left the house
She was sure that she could hear
Her  ghostly lover whisper
"Same time next moon my dear"

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

An Interview with Mark favorite erotic poet

Since embarking on this journey...the one of an erotic romance writer I have met so many wonderful and exciting people. On of my favorites is Mark Davis a talented writer and poet. His poetry as so many of you know can curl your toes, trigger erotic thoughts and make you bite your lip. He's a good friend and was sweet enough to talk to my very annoying and over sexed interviewer Cherry Splendor. Enjoy our little romp and his poem written just for US (me and Cherry).

Interview with Mark Davis Author...and Poet

Interviewer Miss. Cherry Splendor (my altered ego)

Cherry: Mr. Davis, mmm first off may I call you Mark?

Mark: You certainly may Cherry

Cherry: When did you first start writing?

Mark: I Have been writing poems since my teens. the stories only the last 3 or 4 years. But only this year for publication.

Cherry: Have you always embraced the erotic side of poetry.

Mark: Not really. The erotic stories though definitely bought out that side of my poems

Cherry: Where did you get that blue tie, it is so sexy?

Mark: Why thank you Cherry. It has other uses as well.

Cherry Splendor: I can only guess, sighs, but  I see you have a story in the anthology Darkest Desires with Hot Ink Press. Mmm, is it hot?

Mark Davis: It is. A little bit of everything in there. It was my first to be published and some good authors in it as well.

Cherry Splendor: How long does it take you to write a poem? And your stories, take you very long?

Mark: The poems come to me in a flash most time and i just have to sit and write them straight away. The stories happen in my head as i write them. Its all the other things like editing after you have written them that take time.

Cherry: I like a man who thinks like you? Busy later.

Suzzana: Cherry, I had an idea you would hit on Mr. Davis. Sorry, she's a slut. Hits on all the male guests.

Mark Davis: Excuse my blushing. Not often i get hit on by someone as sexy as Cherry.

Cherry: You always spoil my fun, Suzzana.

Suzzanan: You need to ignore her. I am very sorry she's so forward.

Suzzana: You do know that you are one of my favorites erotic poets. Anything new you are working on?

Mark: As i said before they just come to me and i write them straight away. I wrote this one while waiting for you two gorgeous ladies to arrive.

A vision in red enshrouded me
as i lay there on my bed
what drew her to possess me?
to live inside my head?

At first i didn't really know
she was hiding there in me
and it wasn't till i closed my eyes
that i began to see

The soft arms embraced me
then her lips locked me in a kiss
Her long legs wrapped around me
i had never dreamed like this

As she worked her magic
I heard her whispering my name
"Give your body to me
and you will never be the same."

As we came i felt her drain me
then the bed began to shake
I tried to hold on to her
but realized I was awake

I looked over at the window
open now, a breeze blows through
and i smile as i realize
She looked a lot like you

Suzzana: Thank you, Mr. Davis I am sure there are plenty of readers waiting to hear from you. It such a great pleasure to have you....purrr...and thank you for the poem.