- Erotic Poetry
- A Session Unbound
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A lost orphan in a world of sponge,
Escaping through the leather’s crack.
Finding solace before civility befall us,
Within the Saint’s Crossbeam rack.
It sears through the tunnels of red,
And webbed wires of relenting shock.
Hairs raise, singing sweet praise,
From Tartarus to Prometheus Rock.
The Cosmos calls a bellow’s wind,
A nervous laugh to breath of fire.
Snuffed by silk, soft us milk,
Compliments of thine own sire.
Twist and turn against the vines,
Digging deep into the earth.
Leaving marks of weltering stars,
Crimson seas to cleaner berth.
Breath of cold, mouth of mint,
Struck twice and thrice more.
Keeping tract by alerts react,
The flesh rendered and bore.
The lock undone, the thunder resided,
The fall caught before planks down.
Awarding with heartfelt pith,
A dozen kisses on the kitten’s crown.
The pride of the betters is mounted,
Expressed with enamor and rubbed to bruth.
The earth’s soft purr, the red, wet fur,
Readied for another session of truth.
