- Erotic Poetry
- sophia
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
A woman is always hot,
butHer more than others.
Her hair she'd burned amber,
Her skin was warm and sun dark
Her flesh smells like an unsalted sea.
Her lips split and 'o' into a kiss.
"Morning, Sailor," she says on the sly.
This woman's body is round…
A gallery of ellipsis and spheres
Her bowl belly mound pulls taut
As she stretches… the arch of
Her back exposing her navel
(this her birth-scar and keyhole)
at the line of the sheet.
My index finger: the page turner
The exact change, the master key…
Inscribes a circle around the oval.
A gentle quake, a laughing temblor
"Stop that!" She cries, "it tickles."
My finger believes. Slowly, it flees
Not to be left out, she follows.
- COMMENTS
My Erotic Taleabout 19 years agohas sticky fingers...grin
great lay of words...literary Art~
I meant 100%
sophia janeabout 19 years agoabsolutely loved the last lines, esp "my finger believes." good piece!
