Illustrations That Depict The True Meaning Of Female Pleasure

Illustrations That Depict The True Meaning Of Female Pleasure

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By: Carolina Romero

May 10, 2017

Art Illustrations That Depict The True Meaning Of Female Pleasure
Avatar of Carolina Romero

By: Carolina Romero

May 10, 2017

We are living in an era where women's sexual sexual pleasure has finally been set free, although we have to concede that there are still cultures that see it as something to be concealed and overlooked. It is a world of contrast, but perhaps now more than ever light is being shone on women's erotic enjoyment. 

In view of this, Canadian illustrator MillieMoonhouse decided to create a world of passionate images, where female pleasure is the main focus. Seduction, desire, and love manifest in different ways and in different settings and in the following black and white images we see how desire and lewdness intermingle. 

Each image is accompanied by a poem. Let's remember that in the past, erotic poetry was something illicit, especially for women. In the twentieth century, while women had more freedom, sex was still a taboo, so many would use poetry to convey the burning desires they couldn't express out loud.

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Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
Faithless am I save to love's self alone.
Were you not lovely I would leave you now:
After the feet of beauty fly my own.
Were you not still my hunger's rarest food,
And water ever to my wildest thirst,
I would desert you —think not but I would!—
And seek another as I sought you first.
But you are mobile as the veering air,
And all your charms more changeful than the tide,
Wherefore to be inconstant is no care:
I have but to continue at your side.
So wanton, light and false, my love, are you,
I am most faithless when I most am true.

"Sonnet III," A Few Figs From Thistles
Edna St. Vincent Millay,

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Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
Let other lovers lie, in love and rest;
Not we,—articulate, so, but with the tongue
Of all the world: the churning blood, the long
Shuddering quiet, the desperate hot palms pressed
Sharply together upon the escaping guest,
The common soul, unguarded, and grown strong.
Longing alone is singer to the lute;
Let still on nettles in the open sigh
The minstrel, that in slumber is as mute
As any man, and love be far and high,
That else forsakes the topmost branch, a fruit
Found on the ground by every passer-by.

 "Into the Golden Vessel of Great Song"
Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Do you remember? We were in a room
With walls as warm as anybody’s breath,
And music wove us on its patterning loom,
The complicated loom of life and death.
Your hands moved over my face like small clouds.
(Rain fell into a river and sank, somewhere.)
I moved among your fingers, brushed by the small crowds
Of them, feeling myself known, everywhere,
And in that desperate country so far from here,
I heard you say my name over and over,
Your voice threading its way into my ear.
I will spend my days working to discover
The pattern and its meaning, what you meant,
What has been raveled and what has been rent.

"The Raiment We Put On"
 Kelly Cherry

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Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee!

"Wild nights – Wild nights!"
Emily Dickinson 

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Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,

spilled near the shrub-pines
to bleach on the boulders:

your stalk has caught root
among wet pebbles
and drift flung by the sea
and grated shells
and split conch-shells.

Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf, what meadow yields
so fragrant a leaf
as your bright leaf?

"Sea Poppies"
H. D.

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You are the one
I am lit for.

Come with your rod
that twists
and is a serpent.

I am the bush.
I am burning
I am not consumed.

"To a Dark Moses"
Lucille Clifton

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Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

"I Am Vertical"
Sylvia Plath

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—in the woods


And the coolness of your smile is
stirring of birds between my arms; but
i should rather than anything
have (almost when hugeness will shut
quietly) almost,
  your kiss

"I Have Found What You Are Like"
E. E. Cummings

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If sex is the most intimate act between a couple, there's no room for prejudices or shame. 

It's time to forget all preconceptions and those thoughts that prevent you from enjoying sexual pleasure.  Instead, focus on what's really important. Eroticism is meant to express passions and feelings, and make you forget about the rest of the world.

You can lean more about MillieMoonhouse's art in her official website and Instagram account.

If you would like to see more erotic illustrations, don't forget to check out:

Illustrations Of The Erotic Endeavor Of Salvador Dalí’s Gluttony

Illustrations That Will Color Your Fantasies With Pastel Hues



El Mundo
Fátima Frutos
Escritoras y pensadoras europeas


Translated by Andrea Valle