- Erotic Poetry
- Illustration of a Painted Lady
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Click hereWalking to a wedding,
you held my hands
to warm my feet.
Your dress excited me,
my fingers were like caterpillars,
when I tied you in.
They say you once found an egg,
and hatched it in your bed.
When we were young
your hair was red, your lips
were the lips of a friend.
I studied the larva with you,
the pupal movement, the imago.
I witnessed the first flush of your cheek,
the niche variation, the first pink spots
to the soles of your feet.
You will remember we did these things.
- COMMENTS
annaswirlsalmost 15 years agolovely poem, sweet sentiment of youth looking forward all the way to the point of looking back
WickedEvealmost 15 years agoReally good poem, but from "your lips" to the end of the poem is excellent.
