- Erotic Poetry
- Sleeping Beauty
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In dreamscape she flew,
The stunning Sleeping Beauty,
Cursed to sleep for a hundred years.
Her silken hair fanned across white satin,
Rosy lips slightly parted.
Her dreams were not of Castles in the sky,
Or happily ever after.
Vibrant and all woman,
She dreamt of feminine desires,
The kind wiles are composed of.
In her dreams, she saw visions
Of wonderful substance,
The stuff that female dreams
Are made of.
Exquisite imagery radiated
Like a kaleidoscope
Behind her closed smoky eyes,
As male appendages of love,
Paraded before her,
Dipping and dancing
In perfect form.
Her perfect lips smiled
With wanton delight,
As she inspected every one.
Every pore, every shiny inch,
Each vein and every ridge,
She explicitly explored,
Not missing a delectable spot.
First, she employed her finger
To trace every curve and arch.
Next, she used a strand
Of her glossy soft hair
To tease and tickle,
Finally, using a ribbon
To measure length and girth.
Secretly, she loved the curse
Placed upon her form,
For it gave her the pleasure
Of a hundred years
To dream the champion of dreams
That sensual woman of every age
All feverishly wish for.
