- Erotic Poetry
- wordsmith
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Click hereUnderneath her chestnut hair
The fair fell wordsmith stands
Of her loves are coral laid
As pearl-stained are her hands
Long and tall her shadows casts
A corded past she seeks to sever
Her dreamy eyes ever seeking
Far forward out toward wherever
Was a time she wished to fence
To hold a quickened whipy blade
The passé double of steel on steel
Hard touch in passing passion made
Once it was she sang to me
In whimsy’d song she made her stand
Words played out as playing cards
Hiding sly her busy buried hand
SO it was we sported of sorts
The pass the touch the thrust
Wonder if ever I won her desire
I know I never earned her trust
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 17 years agobit on the last line but, it was formed with vivid images and its message pauses on the heartstrings...blue
My Erotic Trailover 17 years agoI liked the word and the concept of the word (~_~) I enjoyed your poem
