- Erotic Poetry
- Caress
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3/24/03
In the quiet small hours of pitch-black darkness, lying in bed I caress my manhood.
With well-practiced hands both left and right, I let my mind wander on a celestial journey backwards and linger.
Shudders
All eroticisms, experienced flood back to me as they were happening then and there. First of all sexual experiences graphically play out in my mind like a series of moving pictures.
Throbbing
Oh the advents of technology, those I’ve chatted with in anonymity of cyber space, 5000-degree heat that radiates off mere words on a screen.
Convulsing
Any and all imagery pertaining to sex and eroticism albeit films, books almost anything will do. Time draws near; point of no return is crossed, and in rushes the thunderous feelings that can’t be held off any longer. The brain screams.
Rapture
Streams of seed spurt forth in a particular direction somehow predestined in the beginning.
The beautiful languid haze of afterglow sets in. My fix is but temporarily vanquished. Until I’m called away again Deep sleep
Dreams repeat the process over again only now in another realm.
