- Erotic Poetry
- A Gentle Burglar
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I believe
you are a gentle burglar,
*
that you see me by the pool
as I intend you to see me…
tightening my bottom in that
Brazilian cut nylon,
sliding the edges up my
scintillating crack, exposing my
succulent ass.
*
As I walk to my room, I believe
you will follow. I believe
you are a gentle burglar.
*
As I leave the door ajar,
I believe you will enter…
soft and adoring as a gardener
to his field, as a delivery boy bringing
a bouquet of flowers, as a butler with
a glass of sherry. I believe
you are a gentle burglar.
*
As you snip off
my bikini, I believe
you are a florist. I believe
you are pruning my Juliet Roses,
dispensing the leaves and my
sharp, thorny stems... tossing them aside to
admire my pink petals.
*
As you twist the course twine
around my sleek, fragile
neck, I believe you are securing my
vines, holding me fast against
the hard, pounding elements, against the
slick, shearing heat that singes my
velvet, against the dark rush of deep
flooding waters.
*
As you lay me down
softly on the terracotta tile, listless
and motionless, curdled in a
pool of my warm, liquid
sunshine, I believe I am beautiful
as summer, splayed wide
as an ocean on a sunset
horizon, smooth as a tan,
sandy beach - open and nude to your
penetrating smile.
*
I believe you are a
cloud pouring rain on my face,
drizzling on my breasts and the seam
of my sex, dumping your deluge
and soaking my skin. Pull it out.
Push it in. I am wet
to the end.
*
As you pluck off my
earrings and place them
in your pocket,
I believe
you are a gentle burglar…
- COMMENTS
Olderwiserstillhornyabout 1 month agoYou have a way with your thoughts you put into words. Love you work, wanting more.
Paul4playabout 2 months agoHow could such an invitation be refused?
Tight bikini bottom, succulent ass, and an open door.
All for the price of a pair of earrings.
Such is the life of a gentle burglar!
HottieOlwenabout 2 months agoIt says within the Good Book
In words quite plain and clear
To steal is not correct at all
And so, I say, my dear
If I came across your open door
And entered your dwelling to see
You, bikini clad, on the floor
My thoughts would be only of me
And how I could steal
A sloppy kiss or loving lick
Good job I always carry
My strap-on rubber dick
Before you could utter a squeal or a shout,
I'd snip your straps
And get your tits out
I'd slip my lubed dildo
Into the slit 'twixt your thighs
And I'd steal away the shock
That I'd see in your eyes.
