- Erotic Poetry
- I warm myself
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In bed thinking of you
I warm my self in my bed, spent from desire
I remember the last time as I touch myself
Wrapped in the scent of you on my pillow
I think I smell you on my fingers, all about
Aching, my heart flashes and races
And I think of the last time our eyes locked making love
You smiled, groaned, moaned and blushed
I am amazing and entranced.
There is no word that say "you are beautiful" enough.
I am an addict to your touch,
I get high of your kisses
I get drunk between your thighs
Inebriated on your desires and "mores"
The withdraw you have me going through
It makes me yearn for your "mores"
And my shakes do not satisfy me enough
I warm my self in my bed, spent from desire
I care not for tired, or exhausted or others
Or to wait, or later or work
I want you like breath and water
I want you for myself a few minutes or hours
I want to fall in love with your eyes
As i sleep inside with tongue, fingers or member
So I can warm myself in my bed
Think of you again, spent from your beautiful desire
Call me tonight
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