- Erotic Poetry
- My Lover's Hands
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The poetry of my lover's hands write upon me, line and verse.
And upon her prose, my heart, like a babe, it does nurse.
One hunger sated, another grows.
With but a look, my lover knows.
Her warmth slowly draws atop.
Taken in fully, she'll stop.
Gentle palms hold me down.
Moon lit skin, bare of gown.
With ease and beauty born of flesh.
The heat of her passions cause me to thrash.
The motion of her hips, soon to be my undoing.
My wild desires violently pooling.
The dam of my loins burst free.
Broken through by none other than she.
And with my seed now spent.
She does sweetly relent.
Breast upon my ear.
Her heart for me to hear.
To a tomultuous tribal drum I do swear
A chant of 'I want you near, always near.'
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