- Erotic Poetry
- July '86
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A hot, sultry night
down a bike path,
our bodies pressed together
in a harmony of flesh,
your rock-hard penis against my thigh.
The feel of your wetness
as it presses, begs for entry.
Your hair, midnight black, shining
persuasion sings its soft song
My young breasts flatten themselves
against your unyielding chest,
please, please, I hear the cry.
The trees sway in the summer wind,
the orange lights intense on your face,
strained with the pleasure as I kiss you.
I open my mouth wide to receive you,
all of you. Heart, body, soul.
On my knees, begging for surcease
My throat expands, you push further,
until I choke on your essence,
the choking that I crave.
The only night we ever had,
so many years ago,
and it is like yesterday.
I still feel your wetness on my hands,
your penis on my thighs,
your eyes on my breasts,
your presence in my soul.
