- Erotic Poetry
- J's Groove
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J’s Groove
You, white hands, white face,
are a fraction man.
I sully myself to be with you,
cognizant of your retinue.
Do you have the grace,
To forge me on a lover’s face?
I am not the only swollen figure
rubbed out of clay.
Or even something for you to say.
You are infamous, soldier,
In your stocking cap and combat boots.
You are hard and pointed, criminal,
ready to hump away my heart.
While between my legs,
I grow greedier than this screen allows.
What of my appetite,
Voracious for your skin,
More than glass,
More than crackles in the air.
I try hard to bend space,
To keep time in my pocket
like a charm.
You accommodate me into lust,
into a dance of ache and blood.
Yet,
I am knot on a tree,
Bug wing on window,
Yellow leaf on grass.
As you groove on,
Effortless.
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