- Erotic Poetry
- Race The Dark
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The light in your eyes.
They sparkle like jewels in the dark.
The caress of your lips.
Lite sparks where they touch.
Your fingertips leave goosebumps in there tracks.
The pressure of your body on mine.
My heart races.
I can tell yours is too by your breath on my skin.
It's that animal instinct.
Do I fuck it or kill it?
Then again the orgasum is la petite mort,
The little death.
Why not both?
It's hot, bloody, & wet.
Tooth & nail.
I feel it in the way you touch me.
Stop holding back.
Don't stop.
Be the animal.
It's so much more fun.
You are big enough to over power me.
I won't stop fighting.
I like the struggle.
I can see how close you are.
It calls to us both.
The darkness in us begins to rise.
Harder & harder.
Deeper the teeth & claws.
Both breathing faster.
Here she is!
La petite mort.
She is good to us.
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