- Erotic Poetry
- A Fleeting Touch
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We had been left alone by candlelight,
I got undressed and stood within your reach.
Your eyes and hands told me you liked the sight;
You lightly stroked me, like you'd feel a peach!
Your curious fingers played along my shaft
And playing, raised some pre-cum, just a drop.
You seemed so guileless in your expert craft
I had to say “my darling, you must stop”
“Or choose: my semen on your throat or breasts?”
I had some hope you’d choose…. alas, in vain.
You stopped. We kissed and flirted and got dressed.
I did not know we'd never play again.
Ah, me! I miss that fleeting spider touch.
Ah, me! My dear, I miss it! Oh, so much!
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