- Erotic Poetry
- His.
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Ashes to Ashes
From dusk to dusk
He marks my skin
With a sickened lust.
With each mark
Our stories Told
Embedded like
A wound or scald.
A lesson
Marked in our history
Branded on pale skin
For you to see.
Depicting times
Of wanton lust
When swift release
Betrayed his trust.
When wetness
Sought to betray
The urge I felt
To obey.
Of times when he
Just needed to feel
The Power
As I dropped to kneel.
I am His.
I submit to his desire.
A passion burns
Our forever fire.
- COMMENTS
DarkFlameDesires12 days agoShort and feels as though it's a lived experience. Thank you for sharing.
Oplot-M21 days agoI think this is a poem where a portion is about being told not to cum, but cumming anyways. Otherwise I have no idea why being wet or releasing is betrayal.
Anonymous9 months agoYesssss lass, well done! When one feels like taking a second peek, and then you get compelled to read it once more sometime, only to feel the urge to re read at some later stance (and then it hits you that your emotions are having a conversation with the mind of the author as the poem flows somewhere inside of you)... well, what can I say, then you know you have come across some good to amazing writer. Eventually, many of us will come to know important parts of the author's life as her writing unfolds and evolves, although she will not possibly know us all... but we still have ways to say, occasionally here and there, thank you so much, Looking4 !
