Erotic PoetryAnd if not lovesoft touching, slow
tantalising circles
fingers, lips
seeking, finding
warm moist flesh,
breathing, tasting
each other's
essence.
Building now,
faster now,
harder now,
until this frisson
passes.
A sigh, a
final touch,
then gone,
leaving each
alone.
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A light touch
Piscator, I had not seen this before - you've used such a delicate brush to build the mood and make your points delicately. I feel the middle stanza is a bit rushed. Maybe that doesn't need more words (although the right words could add), only a space between the third and fourth lines, giving it a bit of anticipatory syncopation. So to speak. The last two lines of the last stanza leave me a little sad, a denouement.more...
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