- Erotic Poetry
- First blood
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Sweaty hairline-
Breasts move up and down,
Rhythmic like a lake during our storm
And your hands-
Cold, with apprehension? With fear?
Please don't make me stop darling girl
Strawberry fuzz.
I want to feed on your patches,
Summer harvest kills only the half dead
Swinging you-
With the sombre stare of a child's game,
One last time on the playground, this night.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 19 years agoSomething I like about this poem. I think it needs a bit more polish with structure, but this poem is still good erotica.
Anonymousabout 19 years agoand so literate. I really enjoyed reading it. The last two lines are great.
