- Erotic Poetry
- Tears of the Burning Bed
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--- A sonnet ---
Upon my soul, I burn in wakeful night
To turn and spin as pictures dance in spite
Of all my tricks I've played to make them tire,
But sweat can not upturn this bed of fire.
A haunting smile, a teasing glance appears
Behind my eyes, but it's my heart that sears
As breasts and legs rub flames along my face
My hands are yours so hot to take their place.
Perhaps the moon, or planets so aligned,
Or maybe it's just sex, I'm quite inclined.
Poor sleep retreats as violins spread in song,
And breathy moans' duet sings right along.
It's too long since we've fucked, my love and I,
But tears run down my thighs, and make me cry.
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