- Erotic Poetry
- Frottage on Black
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Click hereAfter dismounting, I gazed down at the white aster left
Blooming on the dim noir gesso she wore. The scent wandered up to me.
When he released, he left the petals of his blessing on me soaking through,
A gorgeous votive flame that thrummed my erotic mill.
I had riffed myself on the weave. It felt like cashmere against the skin.
It felt like a powdery liquid. I trembled.
I coaxed him to his release. I urged him to crisis with sounds I was making up.
I talked to him like he was penetrating me.
I could see the filaments charming her beauty in glory .
Even before it really happened. I pretended it was happening inside.
I felt it go through to my skin, wet my thighs and then perfume the room.
When it was done there was a moment of unblemished clarity.
Then, I turned my head away into nothingness so the moment would arrow into memory.
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendabout 17 years agoThe descriptions were wonderful, but I felt it was lacking clarity. (did he dismount from a horse). Shouldn't the last three verses have been the beginning and the first three verses the end?. I got the impression that she masturbated him.
LeBrozabout 17 years agoI wonder, if I wait, will anybody get it? Well, perhaps some of the real poets here might. Okay, first, an interesting interplay between two people as they dry hump; interesting descriptions. Second, it might make it easier if you italicized one person's thoughts, to make it clear to the reader that two people are engaged in this piece. As always, all you write is so very fascinating.
