- Erotic Poetry
- Erotic Depression
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Emotions sitting high in the chest and squarely in the middle of the face.
Some form of erotic depression.
To You?
In my arms I can hear your soft warm breath and smell your skin.
Looking into your eyes I see many happy years and I experience your wisdom.
To steal away this private moment, my love, only inspires my hungry heart for what is yet to come.
Lust, taboo, and those perfect curves coupled with a wickedly sweet corrupting smile has tumbled my emotions sideways.
We are not in control, at least I'm not, and I will regret what I'm going to do with you, but not while I'm doing it.
NOT long after our fiery lust is satiated, I'm That dog sniffing around your back door again.
I do possess shame and boat loads of guilt, but it's no longer an emergency brake.
Do you see me? I am back revving and howling for another taste.
Like Pavlov's dog you ring my bell.
I am exposed, even with out the saliva, you see through me.
You Have & Own me completely.
In the moment, a willing victim of my own flesh and the whole of you.
In my arms
- COMMENTS
riahlusoalmost 9 years agoRhythm and flow, baby...rhythm and flow. The last 2 lines are the ones that speak to me most.
Mariah
