Erotic PoetryAdamcold feet lament missing warmth
that stroke that does not belong
taboo -- too close
for comfort
shudder involuntarily as lips trail from warm feet subservient
up to virility, a compromising positiong.
The door is locked, the nod is bare
over the blankets gripped by four hands
toes curled
in the cold room -- a shiver
and I swallow
my pride
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