The first poem I ever got published was on a website for classy erotic literature. I wasn't particularly looking for that genre so to speak - it was just the first thing I came across on craigslist looking for poetry submissions. I submitted four pieces. This was not the one that got accepted. I think it was a little too tame...
We made it to the mountains ahead of the snow
and watched through frosted windows as our cabin became a tomb
encased in delicate flakes that together draped the forest in an indescribable winsomeness.
Our clothes came off soon after that, being the only freedom in that honeymooners' prison,
and we warmed ourselves on the fur rug tipping glasses of deep wine
in front of a fire whose peeping-tom eyes we allowed to dance over our mutual skin.
Into the night, and many long nights thereafter,
we seethed with a thrilling loneliness that gladly ignored the world outside
already buried in the husky odors of our lust's amorousness.
We left the mountains in the Spring when the streams were pregnant
and wondered how infatuation could ever have an ending
when the rituals of desire followed us down the road to another looming season.