The writings of Hunter Coch

Erotic

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The Invocation

Riding midnight tides

In the red lights of the night

Observing dark rights,

Under the midnight crescent

She dances with the witches,

To blood pumping beats

And the rhythm of sweet dreams,

Invoking spirits

Invite intoxication,

To raise the goddess of lust,

Riding midnight tides

With the dark dance of desire,

Invoking gnosis,

What does the summoning call?

Her deep desires fulfilled.

-Hunter Coch

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Whose Hand

”Whose hand?” in the dark,

”Whose hand?” with a simple touch,

”Whose hand?” gives pleasure.

Whose hand explores in the night?

Mystery brings excitement.

-Hunter Coch


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Stranger Love

She moaned in the ear

Of a beloved stranger,

Bodies pressed in lust.

Goddess in the dark,

She raged at penetration,

Uncontrollably.

And in the heat of

An early morning affair

The white light ignites.

She is goddess between sheets.

She is desires monarch.

-Hunter Coch


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The Woman

The woman, she moves;

Dancing to oblivion

Into the lost nights.

The dance is enlightenment,

Unintentional gnosis.

The woman, she moves;

A ritual dance between

Darkness, light, and life,

Ritual and death, motion,

Inebriated gnosis.

The woman, she moves;

Primal movement, a dark trance,

Writhing ecstasy.

Movement into living death.

Dancing into the gnosis.

The woman, she moves; rapture.

The woman, she moves . . . Gnosis.


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Premonition

She looked within me
From across the crowded room,
Eyes of lust and steele.
And it was in that moment
I knew what the night would bring.

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The Rage of Lust

As i sit and see
And look on forbiddenly
With feverish thoughts,
Pleasures possibilities.

What lust can enter
With such sinning sinsations
That traverse the mind.

Desires that burns like rage
Shining through the eyes,
Can they be interpreted?

What thoughts can be seen
Behind the tethered glances,
And the unspoken
Translations of the body.

As i sit and see
The friendly smiles around.

What goes on behind?

Do secret desires hide?

Does lust sit seething?

Damn it! Speak to me of dreams,
Tell me of those secret thoughts.

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Climax

Desire becomes
Lust.
      Hedonistic passions
Climax in the night.

What joy women’s bosoms bring,
What pleasures blossom below.

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That Scent

That Scent

That scent left drifting
In the darkness of delights,
With moans and seeded
Dreams and secret desires
Blossoming.
      Sharp,
             Sweet fragrance.

That scent swims with life
Among the sheets and bodies.
A nude dance of flesh,
      Wandering hands,
             Silken lips,
Desires living bouquet.

That scent pleasure cast,
A sea of swimming perfumes
Onto the bodies fulfilled
Falling in dreamless slumber,
      That scent,
             Is of dreams,
                     Fulfilled.

-Hunter Coch

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Intimacy

To the sleepless nights,
Unrepentant secret sins,
And the joys of flesh.

I sing to the ancient stars
Of intimacies virtues.

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Intimacy

To the sleepless nights,
Unrepentant secret sins,
And the joys of flesh.

I sing to the ancient stars
Of intimacies virtues.

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