- Erotic Poetry
- Femme Fatale
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Click hereEvery breath in your sleep
I calculate and count and wish
Are you dreaming tonight?
Do you smell us on the sheets-
Shifting bodies, one with a mission
To corrupt and savage.
A single touch fortified with lust
dark hides only the skin's flaws,
In the morning I'll hate every inch.
Hot water, steaming mirrors,
Cant see the reflection anymore
But I know she's still there.
Whore with a heart of wire-
Embraced pathological liar;
can only hurt yourself now darling.
The skin red raw with love
Painted purple inside thigh,
Tonight I'll beg for love again.
Don't ask which is the victim,
Growing thin in hair and bone
Every scream is for myself, not you.
Pleasing is an art, we're a dying breed-
Too far from anything consensual
To be figured loving by day
It's you whose orifices leak white evil.
That eye of the beholder, darling;
lays tinted with a crimson hue.
- COMMENTS
My Erotic Talealmost 19 years agoLike a whole ..
lot of good words
to make a great poem
<grin>
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoI think this poem needs editing a little but there is a lot of good ideas in it and it is certainly erotic.
b'brig
Jennifer Calmost 19 years agoHot water, steaming mirrors,
Cant see the reflection anymore
But I know she's still there.
Loved that bit,
a strong piece.
Thanx.
~ J
