- Erotic Poetry
- Feeding it...
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Fingers slipping and searching in supplication
Giving in
Giving up
Knowing the thoughts I'm thinking
The things I'm feeling
Foment the shame
I'll wallow in
When it's over.
But the whispers in the twilight of sleep
When I just allow those imaginings purchase
When I can deny any culpability
For the sweet dark syrup
That sounds like poison
But feels like heaven.
I tell myself it's no theft
I'm not taking anything from devotion
By allowing the soft and hazy satins to brush
Against the inner lines of my skin.
Waves soak me
And I suckle my own tongue
Reveling in the spare moments
Before my internal debate
Alights again.
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