Erotic PoetryAlmostFlat on my back I
Run my hands down
To my being, past
The dimple on the crest
Of my soft, sweet belly - you
Have your eyes fixed
On my fingers finding
The crotch of my silk
Pink panties, the dark
Stain demarcating
Just where you've
Got to be. Your eyes
Make my mind burn, my eyes
Scorch under your
Fire as you kneel
Between my spread haunches, bent
On removing the last
Sweet barrier between
Our desire and me.
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