- Erotic Poetry
- Fine Wine
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I'll taste you, because I can.
Full moist lips quiver, searching for my own.
Eyes locked in a hypnotic trance.
You've become lost in a moment of my creation.
My touch warms your blood,
Sensual thoughts echo through your soul.
Makes you forget your name,
Makes you rearrange your thoughts,
See only me.
I've captivated you, because I can.
Your eyes become hooded, heavy lidded,
Your chocolate brown orbs follow my lazy movements,
My fingers caress your neck,
Thumb pads trace your cheeks.
Large circular movements melt into smaller ones.
Your senses are heightened; you're lost in this moment.
I kiss you, because I can.
Massage your neck, draw you near,
Like fine wine, I taste you,
Commit my essence to your memory.
I soothe that inner ache with my tongue,
And feel you quickly succumb to my touch.
08/01/09
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