Erotica

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rosebuds
rosebuds
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And the form is erotica
For it follows such lines
And stirs such thoughts
Where elements are only time
And passion reigns supreme
Where physical is ethereal
And the body is the dream
Where a touch is fire
And a kiss the spark
Where the act of the act
Plays forever in the heart
And desire is the tool
For which all things are born
And erotica has been given life
Like a garment worn
Where lust is a prison
That holds you with its eyes
And all of sexuality is a given
Lived thru breathy sighs
Where eternities are started
From a kiss upon soft lips
And the heart loses all fear
And sinks into a sweet abyss
Where no one wants to depart
And it all makes you swoon
Like a sweet dagger piercing the heart
While perched beneath a lover’s moon
And in the lovers’ eyes
Heaven to be known
Within the kiss of sighs
And all of passion shown
For in the world of you and me
Erotica and love, ‘tis true
Passion for all to see
And forever known with you
Within your touch
There is a fire
And glory to behold
A deep and burning desire
For which two lovers hold
Come to quell my hunger
Satiate my thirst
True love between two souls
That started as erotica at first…

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InsigniaInsigniaalmost 7 years ago
Words are aphrodesiacs

Sculpting lust from starving minds.

Painting wanton portraits

The most carnal of designs

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