- Erotic Poetry
- Longings Of A Mature Woman
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She is a beautiful
But lonely mature woman.
She sits in the same booth
Taking her evening meals,
Looking with longing envy
At couples sharing dreams.
On her favorite stool
At the Irish Pub every Friday
Rarely do men make passes
Because her countenance is sad.
She dares to subscribe to
Sexual explicit movies on cable.
Her face burns with desire
As she watches porno lovers;
Her hands slowly caress her body,
Moving to massage the cravings
In her lost continent;
Moving to pull her nipples,
Boiling she drags her panties
Down her swollen thighs;
And in eager lust she plunges
A finger into her soaked carpet;
Desiring the real things:
Kisses, touches, hugs and
Being plugged by a horn of plenty
She goes to the edge and plays,
Imagining what the real would be like;
Then she lets go with a powerful explosion;
In a post-orgasm fall into sleep,
She begins to dream of the real thing,
But tomorrow she will hide in her cave,
Afraid to go after her birth right.
