Erotic PoetryHandsYour hands.
Bring pain, pleasure, bliss and torture.
Calloused, yet gentle.
Gripping my hair, caressing my throat.
Twisting deeper, harder.
Bringing me to the edge.
Then gone.
Crying out, begging for release.
Breath catches, halting sound.
Sharp, hot stinging for one brief moment.
I fall.
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