- Erotic Poetry
- Thoughts after a delicious play par
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How delicious it is! by Tim
How delicious it is, To watch, learn, and absorb.
Not to gape, not to gawk, Not to slink in shadows.
Not as voyeurs. No, not we. Nor never could we be –
Never, when what we see, Is given to us free..
We are a part of it, Just as it is of us.
We share ourselves in it, And we cause it to be.
For this act, thus portrayed, Isn't presented, but made.
We are its scaffolding. On our love it is built.
Together a blank page. On our love does it paint.
We are its potential. By our love it exists.
We are its nourishment On our love does it feed.
Lucky are we to love. Even more to be loved.
For in feeding from us, From our attentive love
Their bold endeavor grows – Faster, stronger, the blows
More they give. More they take. More they strike. More they shake
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