Erotic PoetryHot n' SourHer absolved breasts move,
nipples interrogate silk
as she lifts her bowl.
Over the rim,
Oriental eyes condense him
to a single intension.
Chopsticks, food, lips,
a flash of feral teeth.
He shifts unsettled,
sweat prickles,
he concentrates on his own bowl
of errant rice.
Lust is tangible
in this instant
of conscious charm
that disarms him, makes him
think of sinning.
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