- Erotic Poetry
- My passion is for her.
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Her mind intrigues me,
But her body fuels
lust within my loins.
I want her.
Want
to place fingertips
on her supple skin.
Want
to run my hand down
her body's smooth curves.
Want
to hear her moan as
my tongue caresses
soft, pink folds of flesh
between porcelain
thighs spread for my feast
of her sweet nectar.
She is the object
of my desire and
the drug that soothes me.
I need her.
Need
her moist, tender lips
on my every inch.
Need
her dainty, painted
nails clawing my back.
Need
rose-colored nipples
bouncing against my
lips as she grips the
shaft of my swollen
cock with feminine
muscles, milking me.
Her mind intrigues me,
and her body gives
life to my passion.
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