- Erotic Poetry
- Appetites
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You stood beside my chair
and talked across the table
to my wife.
You were wearing leggings
and your husband's shirt.
I could have run the fingers
of my right hand
up your inner thigh
lithe and warm and tan
beneath its second skin
maybe stopping
below the junction
with your other limb
or maybe not.
Such a gentle gesture
might have given
much pleasure
but instead
I kept that hand
gently spinning ice
in my almost empty glass
as you discussed
tomorrow's plans
with my wife.
Then you left.
"I'm sorry dear
that Annie bores you so.
Finish up your drink
and we'll take a walk
along the beach
and work up
an appetite
before dinner."
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- COMMENTS
legerdemerover 5 years agoThis is extremely sexy in a light, almost playful way. Still, there's something more, under that suggestion of possibility. Something...darker. The last stanza speaks of some missing communication or blindness between husband and wife, some sadness.
Appetites indeed!
~Ldm
EllenMoreover 5 years agoI like this poem because it describes eroticism realistically. Or because it describes real-life eroticism. I'm not always thinking about my husband's friends or any other random "hunky" guys (my definition of "hunky"would never have met Playgirl's standards), but I have (and do, sometimes) think about men I meet in ways in which we could have been more than just friends. I don't think that compromises my relationship with my spouse, but it does recognize a (possibly biological) reality. But, in any case, I quite liked this poem.
