- Erotic Poetry
- daydream
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No response but
breathless, as
fingers fought
my cotton dress,
with a flare
of girlish grace,
my hands
find their place,
he smiles
against my mouth,
tastes of warm,
velvet whiskey. . .
Sighs soft on chest,
hair obscures my face,
hot skin sizzles on
sumptuous wet lips, his
voice streams from
somewhere else,
it cracks,
he grasps
rivers of my hair. . .
". . . baby."
Exclamations on
impassioned smile
catch shimmered light
in glowing eyes,
his hands snake trails
up my quivering thigh,
toss dress overhead,
off it flies. . .
I bend down, kiss his
mouth again,
again I taste his laugh. . .
I scrape nails light against
muscled chest,
tongue tastes dry salt of him;
he laughs mischievous,
with a gentle turn of wrist,
flips me over hard
onto the soft bed,
". . .my turn. . ." he declares.
Be gentle with me please?
". . .as gentle as you can stand. . ."
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