Me to you

Dying tonight to have you in my arms
Giving up my breath to breathe you in
Blind my eyes to see only you 
For you are my sunrise and sunsets
The only beauty in the world to see

Bleed me of the life in my veins
If it will let me fill them with you
I want your love as liquid on my tongue
My sustenance that hydrates my brain
The rain to my scorched skin
Dead earth revived by you

Your tears are lava that burns
Rivers of  pain from the volcano of your broken heart
Dry your eyes and give your sorrows to me
Let the shattered glass pierce my skin
So your heart can run free

30 erotic poems. The Sex Cycle or Seduced by Seduction. Read more poetry you enjoy. Available on Amazon. The Sex Cycle available at most online booksellers.
The Sex Cycle
https://books2read.com/u/4jPV12
Seduced by Seduction
https://books2read.com/u/mddqXw

Marketing vs. Selling

Are you marketing or are you selling? I see a lot of authors and others who say they have trouble doing marketing. Yet when I see them they are trying to sell something, Now selling is part of marketing but it is not all or even most of marketing.

Marketing and selling involve two different skill sets and being good at one does not mean you are or will be good in the other. This is not to say the two are unrelated; they are quite connected, they just aren’t synonymous.  Marketing is getting your product or service in front of your market. Selling is getting them to buy it. You can be great at one and terrible at the other. For example you’re great at getting in front of your target audience but have trouble closing or you can sell ice in a snowstorm but you have trouble getting in front of the right buyers. Most people have some aptitude for both. Both can be enhanced by proper training and knowledge. However knowing one does not mean you know the other.

Image by Darwin Laganzon from Pixabay

For myself I am much better at marketing than selling, though I’ve done both professionally.  And if you looked at my professional experiences it would just prove the point. Lol  There’s surprisingly little overlap between the two despite the strong link between the two. Lead generation could be seen as a form of marketing and end of the funnel marketing could be seen as selling but the focus and approach are usually quite different than what a traditional marketer or salesperson would use respectively. Yet, I often see the expected results of each to be as if they were the same. What I mean is that I often see the expectation of marketing to result in sales and the salesperson to create a market for his or her product. Now often the roles of marketer and salesperson are concentrated in one person or department with smaller companies and with a sole proprietor, such as a self published author in which the roles are taken on by a single person. But even if the same person is doing the role of marketing and sales that doesn’t mean they should hold the same expectation from the activity of one vs the other. It would be like expecting your customer sales activities to take care of your accounting responsibilities. Now one may influence and affect the other. And doing some customer service activities might involve some aspect of accounting (like taking a customer’s call and checking their account balance and taking payment for a bill) this does not mean customer service is an accounting activity nor would taking care of a customer complaint while taking a customer’s payment make accounting part of the customer service department.

Image by Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

There is a connectivity to all activities within a company, having all your departments in silos is as bad as thinking that all departments are interchangeable. As an self published author this is equal to thinking that one activity has the same effect as another, that your writing equals your marketing which equals your accounts or in the case of siloing that you can just write and let someone else take care of your accounting responsibilities and another your marketing with no involvement or oversight; this could easily lead to someone taking advantage of you and stealing your money or misrepresentation because what you think and the person doing the marketing has a different idea all together. 

If you’re marketing it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re selling and if you’re selling it doesn’t necessarily mean you have good marketing. I think that’s the biggest thing I want to get across, especially for self published authors. When you’re looking at your sales and wondering what you should be doing or if you think you suck at marketing your book because your sales suck those aren’t the same thing. It’s not your marketing you need to be looking at, it’s your selling and sales technique.  And if you’re looking to see where you were successful marketing and all you’re looking  at is sales then that’s not going to give you the best answer. Look at your sales for selling, look for your message for marketing. 


I’m thinking of adding more to this. The idea of marketing vs selling. Marketing ideas and selling ideas especially as related to self publishing. It won’t be a regular thing and I’m no expert. It will just be my thoughts and observations. I’ll try to have some way to link the posts together. Maybe a hashtag or something. Let me know if that would be something you’d enjoy or if you enjoyed this post. Or even if you disagree, as long as you do so respectfully. Thanks.

Fall Starts

Photo by: me
The heat slows
As rain drips down
Pooling between your legs.


The sun on the horizon
As evening rises
And the cool sets in.


Our frantic dash
And mad embrace
Is over as we lay.


A crisp note in the air
See the chill within your eyes
My lips remain closed as do my eyes.


Fall starts


Sometimes that after is just mmm, sometimes it’s meh, and sometimes it’s just ffs. No matter how it ends it’s poetry. That is if you read After All is Said. Explore the spectrum that happens after the sex is done.

Find it on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

Claim This Night

Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay
Rise above me,
Show me your strength.
Take me from me,
Show me the way.

Open me with a key
Forged by your hand.
Unlock all that is me
Yours to command.

Own this night.
Conquer my bed.
Stake your claim,
My lover,
Control my body,
Calm my head.

You know I have books for sale?

Support me and get to have my poetry and stories at your fingertips any time. Go to my book page and look at my books of poetry and a couple of short stories. https://theauthorstew.wordpress.com/books/

Do you swear at your lover during sex? A poll.

Swearing during sex: Do you swear at your lover during the throughs of passion?

I did a poll on Twitter (see below) asking if during sex you swore at your lover. I was kinda surprised at the number that said no. Not that everyone swears at their partner during sex or swears in general but I figured for the people I know and follow my Twitter (which if you’re on Twitter why aren’t you following me?!? hehe) that it wouldn’t be that high. But it was over 25%.

One of the reasons I came up with this poll is because of a story I’m writing. It’s one I’ve been working on a while. That’s nearly done. It started out with the intention of being a flash piece and has worked it’s way into a short story. A slow process but I’m getting there. In the story the two lovers get to bed and as they’re’ making love things get intense, actually they pretty much start intense. lol And in that heat they swear at each other.

Swearing is rather prevalent in my stories, which again why are you not reading them?? And in particular they swear at their lover as in Fuck me or something along those lines. For one it is a way to express desire and also it is a fairly common thing but again not universal. Is it something you do? I do. It ramps up the excitement and it shows passion, something I really enjoy during sex.


Could just one kiss get you into bed with a man you just met? Karen wouldn’t have said yes. There were a lot of things Karen would say but what would she actually do? Find out with Just One Kiss. Available wherever you buy books online.

Best Friends / Never Lovers

You’ve been there through my thick
I’m not thin
You’ve been my crazy, hot best friend
Hot in here
I’d rather be with you
And what would we do?

You’re my best friend. I’m direct that way
The only way to be
You are my subtle, the buffer for things I say
Shielding you and the public
You make me a better person just by who you are
Who else could I be?

I want to love, a love like ours 
But not with me
Something deep and real, more than wishes and things I feel
The feelings I have for you
I want a real love that does not die 
Even if it kills what we have.

I’d rather have you in this way than no way at all
What do we have?
A best friend I can love
And not make love to
BFF - Best Friend Forever - Always there
Until another slides in your bed, taking that which we don’t share.

I have a best friend
I do too
We’re so good for each other
We are so good together
I wish I had someone to love
I wish I had you.

The Sex Cycle: Erotic Poetry is a collection of 30 poems that describe the cycle of foreplay, intercourse and after that entails sexual interaction. These highly erotic verses will excite, delight and entertain you with modern poetry. Click to buy The Sex Cycle: Erotic Poetry – Foreplay, Intercourse & After now and enjoy breath taking poetry that will make your heart race.

4.6 stars on Amazon 5 stars on Goodreads My most popular book. Read the poetry book that started it all. The Sex Cycle Foreplay, Intercourse & the After. Available wherever books are sold. Click the link to buy.

Sapphic Valentine

Image by Loke from Pixabay and Stefan Schweihofer from Pixabay
Together our cream filled dreams lay satisfied
Open petals of flowers once wet, licked dry
You on my chest, my hand on your breast
My heart in your chest beats inside
Happy sighs snuggled bodies
My Sapphic valentine.

The night began hand in hand heart in heart
As many do, it still rings true, our love will never part
Many years contained in one touch, a simple kiss did spark
As hand and hand became tongue on tongue
And hands did wander.

Kisses, open and sweet, our lips did meet
Fingertips traced. Soft on soft, our kisses hard
Hearts and imagination raced.
I let out a moan, you answered back
A signal to attack, like the scent of prey

“Come my love. Let us take this to the bedroom.”
As if there was a room we would and had not christened.
We walked there hand in hand or rather touch to touch
For wandering hands did not remain still
Butterfly touch, gentle rub, insistent grabs, wanting nudge

Upon the bed, clothes put away their dirtiness tidied, hid away
Our dirtiness begun, displayed, paraded for only our eyes
Lay back and let me feast on your delights
Mounds of plenty, satisfying and sweet
Delta, flowing with life’s sustenance for without it, without you, I’d die.

Looking for FF, MF FFM erotica and a plot? This is the book for you.

Tiffany wants to share a surprise with her boyfriend, Ryan. A surprise she shares with Aleena her highschool friend from down the hall. A surprise she hopes will get her laid. Read A Shared Surprise available on Amazon and other online book sellers.

Dragged For A Queen

Photo by Jesús Boscán on Unsplash
They fear what their eyes see
Their masculinity covered in mascara
Let rouge and lipstick mask his dick
He must want my child
Look at those childbearing hips
He must want my ass
Not my eyes following his, it’s her,
It’s round man, womyn, them/there/it
Does she have a clit?
I can’t find it. 
They fear what their hearts feel
When their eyes see
The desire in the mirror.

Help me out by buying me a coffee.

Subscribe to the newsletter for the latest information on new books, poems and other information about stories from C. Stuart Lewis.

Subscribe Now

Afternoon Delight

Image by Nikos Apelaths from Pixabay
Afternoon delight, aged like fine wine,
a sip of brandy, a moment's respite.
This wonderful woman, my dream at night. 
Whenever I see her passing before my eyes.

This baby girl, no pigtails, 
bare pussy exposed, 
smiling in delight. 

Eyes light up 
Walking through the door, kneeling on the floor, 
I take her long lips 
A slide through with my tongue
 Ahhhh she sighs. 
Another brief interlude.

This Woman. My Woman.
 Strong, beautiful, desired, desirable, desiring. She is a fantasy.
My fantasy, my reality ... if only for tonight.

How did I find her? This pearl in the sea? 
Oh but I did not find her. She found me. 
If only briefly . . . For eternity.

The Sex Cycle
Looking for hot, explicit poetry? The Sex Cycle 30 erotic poems about foreplay, intercourse and after. Read modern poetry to get your pace racing. Read The Sex Cycle.

Click here https://books2read.com/u/4jPV12

Legend In the Sheets

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay 
Legend
Created in the sheets
From the hotness and heat
From what you do to my body
Making me beg in these streets
Fool for you, I ain't too proud
I'll shout it out, I'll tone it down
You stole my heart
And wore it as a crown
Now each night before we go to bed
I bow down.

She was sitting alone in a bar minding her own business when he sat down and said he could get her in bed with just one kiss.

Read this hot, funny, short story now for only $1, from your favorite e-book seller. Click here.