- Erotic Poetry
- Pheromone
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Lilt the thrill of finger lace
thread in skin – spiral life
twisting in information, the pulse
staining her in milky white.
Despite the night she rises
anticipating him, his touch again
and more, parting her silk
to taste a cherished depth
more than any whore - she responds,
his whispers and fingertips
penetrate the latex film
that once kept her sound.
Awash in possibility she winds
in fine chemise, the fabric fuels
a yearning as her fragrance moistens
each step she takes towards him.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 16 years agohow delightful this is.
lilting, lifting.
i enjoyed especially - more than any whore,
she responds...
maybe you'll read some of mine, i find,
we strike a similar chord.
www.assumepresume.com
LeBrozabout 17 years agoA most enjoyable piece of erotica; it dispenses with crude vulgarity and lets your mind go with the flow.
