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Click hereDon't you see what I want
as I bend over
to recover my stockings
from the arm of the chair?
From the arm of the chair
your fingers curled around
while your muscles
clenched into tight knots.
Clenched into tight knots
because you pushed deep
inside the personal, where
no other man has ever touched.
No other man has ever touched
my heart so carefully,
nor let me taunt his sated need
as I ask the question.
As I ask the question
I can sense your interest
when I bend over.
Don't you see what I want?
You want a 5. So I'm gonna give it to you. Good and hard. Because you deserve it!
What a wonderful poem, Champagne; the reiterative form adds an insistence that beautifully mirrors the subject matter. Plaintive, candid, and extremely erotic!
...suits this poem so well and vice versa. Smoothly revealing the picture. Eroticly charged. I give it 5.
this poem was enlightening, the various styles of poetry that are rarely used...excellent!
I toast you! Cheers!