- Erotic Poetry
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love is a ritual
i hear you whisper to me.
you are breathing erotica,
living through my mind and body.
you teach me the primitive knowledge
of trance, ritual...seduction.
i think you are capable of
absolute purity of power,
the depths of which i've
never known...i'd like to know...
i want to taste and
devour your supreme-being ness.
you are the sultan, and for you,
i will create your harem...with me,
a burning goddess of ten-thousand different women
and the women i bring as offerings to your greatness-
watch as you touch, lick, suck them.
i feel a sense of pride for what i have done for you,
made for you, allowed you to become.
i'm not afraid of who
you are...who you can become with the darkest,
most erotic of minds.
i can feel our worlds collide, and
you cascading into me,
your waves crashing against my
shore of sexuality.
