- Erotic Poetry
- A Poem For You
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A POEM FOR YOU
You asked me to paint you in my poems.
I have tried a dozen times.
No, it was more than that.
And I failed.
Simply, I can’t paint you in my poems.
Not that you don’t inspire me.
Or you lack beauty.
You are simply beautiful
And adorable.
But why I can’t make
Even a simple poem for you?
Ah, because everytime I think of you
I imagined your luscious lips.
And how I so hungered to kiss it.
No, the word is to lap it
And to put my tongue inside your mouth.
No, I wanted to taste your tongue
Sipping it like a drunken wine.
Ah, we forget your lips.
I imagined you
With your two melons.
With two red cherries
In your nipples.
Sucking them would be heaven.
And hearing your moans
While I sucked them
And mashed them
In my quivering palms.
My hard on matched your moans…
We forget your bossoms.
I imagined your pie
Between your thighs…
It was indescribable.
Yet it tasted sweet.
No, it’s a little bit salty.
But my dick won’t argue.
Inside it was more than heaven.
Our pelvic thrusts
Could be a testament
That a game of push and pull
Could lead us gasping
With our lusting ohh’s and ahh’s…
See, I can’t paint you in my poems.
But we can compose our love poems
Together.
Our orgasms could paint a beautiful
Poetry in bed.
That I could swear, I can.
Let’s do it.
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