Hey Sunday, QJ readers!
If you’ve been following along lately, you’ll know I’ve been practicing my sensual writing technique, Scent-Erotica, while moving through five of the seven prompts I’ve curated for Fallen Angels, my upcoming experience (more info at the end of this post). Today is a Sexy Sunday post, this week open to all readers. <3
As previously mentioned, Scent-Erotica offers an easeful and accessible way to explore erotic creative writing through smelling or recalling a scent, then letting the scent guide your imagination and writing toward sensory details that stir your desires.
For today’s post, I used the scent of thrift store (see? you can really use any scent to inspire some writing) to craft a poem, written in the hand of my newest character, Judas…who clearly has a thing for Jesus.
of textile
by judas
threads of a thousand hours
woven into open road, tempers, a scooped cobbler.
sleeves tinged with blackberry and silken chanel–
all the creases, oak closets, the pilling,
the pull.
i watch your tender folds, a sweater tucked under chin,
your sarcoline yearn.
i would like to be in each pocket
you check
for
patina
crumpled luck
clutches of sobs
soft holes of devotion.
let me be denim,
my pockets full.
(P.S. Scent-Erotica is the writing technique I’m sharing and facilitating during Fallen Angels, my 7-week experience featuring a luxurious kit of sensual accoutrements (perfume potion included!), perfume glamour, and erotica writing, all in the name of sexuality connection and celebration during the timeline of lent, which as many know, is typically a time of restriction and shame...Not in Fallen Angels. Doors close for the first run of Fallen Angels on 2/8/23, and all the fun begins on 2/22. Learn more here.)
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Be back soon with more fanfic. <3
This poem is absolute magic