- Erotic Poetry
- Rough Around the Edges
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He runs his tongue along my throat
As if he could slice it at any moment
Soft and gentle, hard as steel
I ponder his intentions.
He weaves his fingers through my hair
My locks attempting to tie him down
Pulled in ever closer
My skin melts into his.
Where his mind is I cannot see
While mine is on his heart
The goal to attain grand approval
Yet he piques my curiosity.
The solidity of his frame
Envelopes my soft curves
Like a heart-shaped box
Lined with a rare satin.
Does he know his own power
The presence he has over me?
Or oblivious he remains,
And my attempts are useless.
Nothing feels more perfect
Yet something seems wrong
In his eyes, something I can't see
Will he give in, or am I lost in his existence?
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