- Erotic Poetry
- Drink from me
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The moon floods in like a searchlight
Seeking to expose my sacred places.
I lie on rumpled sheets, spread eagle,
Arms thrown up over my head
While air from the open window
Flows over my moist bare skin
Like the caress of my lover's breath.
Damp air provides relief only in
Movement. If it stills, I am lost.
You enter and stop at the foot of the bed.
I want to say it's too hot for sex, to touch,
But watching your hand descend to your groin
Has already caused a cascade of moisture.
I let one hand steal down my body
And dip a single finger into the spring.
You kneel at the foot of the bed as if to
Pray, hands on my ankles, pulling me toward you.
The tip of your tongue circles and dives in.
Drink from me and you will be thirsty no more.
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