Erotic PoetryCircusAmidst the silent adrenalin din,
I feel them, circular, staring in,
At us, our feet churning the dust,
Together and alone in the ring,
Both locked in a feral dance, a game
Of invisible tiger taming.
In the arena, as tamer, exorcist,
You stand naked, your belt as the whip,
I'm out of harm's way, lashed to the bed;
The battle's between you and the beast in my head.
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