- Erotic Poetry
- Divine Naughtiness
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She dared me to write a poem…
it was after she had begged me
to drink her enchantment,
slake my thirst on camber and curve.
An irresistible challenge haunted me
as I merged with her warm bouquet,
passion turned to inspiration,
compelling memory to my writing hand -
Yes, everyone would know
lurking below
that bashful demeanor and
girlish Christian blushing,
was a woman the Grand Inquisitor
would have burned at the stake.
Smoldering beneath the demure smile,
behind eyes peering through halo lenses
were embers of unlit erotica,
poetry awaiting a spark
to ignite covert sensuality,
Fire lurking in iris and voice,
angel tinder, purring moans
wild and soft as solar whispers.
Beast caged by creed and pedigree
unleashed into our consensual jungle;
clasp undone, manacles snapped like icicles,
loosing an avalanche of tresses
which tumbled down shoulders and
over breasts delicately cupped,
kneaded tenderly under an illicit smile,
taut nipples proffered selfishly.
I rose to her wicked glance
and thanked God for a woman
who knew the mystery
of divine naughtiness.
end/Michael
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