- Erotic Poetry
- I don't Want To Fuck You
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I don't want to fuck you.
You see, my mind
gives me permission,
but my body holds back.
(Sorry did I say that out loud?)
I just want to rest.
lay my head against your chest.
Try to coexist without stress.
(No silly I'm not trying to Rhyme!)
I just want to relax
in your arms.
Where I'd rather be
talking about shit that really don't
matter.
Yes you are cute
in the way that you are.
Your body is superb.
(oh yes it is!)
Not to tonight.
Maybe not tomorrow either.
Eventually for the rest of our lives.
Pretend to understand me,
Though I don't understand myself.
Right now let's coast.
Playfully bicker about
who's the better jazzman.
Monk, Parker or Davis...
(You know it's Davis!)
Let our legs Interweave
underneath this warm blanket.
I muss your hair.
You twirl mine.
(It feels nice when you do that)
It's you and I,
no pressure, perspiration
or panting.
Internal lust,
blithe and undemanding.
Just for tonight.
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