- Erotic Poetry
- In the Shadow of Your Knee
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In the shadow of your knee,
dare I say I am employed?
I shall use every plan and ploy,
stroke and suck every drop of joy;
Blind me by your flowing sea.
From this most natural of clench,
I feel your invasion from above,
a little bit of push and shove,
into the recesses of this wench;
This delicious kneel, quite French.
Between two red and ruby lips,
I hold it between my fingertips,
and in it slips, sliding into the cave,
wet and promiscuous. Little sips I take,
little spoons of food that I crave.
When the profusion is a sum
with which I dare not part,
allow yourself to decorate my face;
I so want to be your little canvas.
Trace your initials on said space.
Empty it all on my waiting skin,
brushed and painted by your pin,
brutality, yes, of the best amount;
It’s dribbling off my chin,
such a beautiful mess to partake in.
