Erotic PoetryIn Pleasure, In PainHands caress supple orb
unblemished skin
silken feel
ripeness savoured
innocence plucked
nipple buds
orgasm blossoms.
Fingers trail down belly’s plain.
Touching moistened lips,
a camel’s toe.
Scooping honey from the comb,
and forgetting why they’ve come.
Ownership enforced
forgiveness sought
hand raised
pussy flogged.
Strike one: resolve shakes;
Strike three: the dam breaks;
Strike fourteen: orgasm blooms;
Strike fifteen: I’m in love.
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