Erotic PoetryLunch with the LadiesThere is a delicious naughtiness
In sitting across the patio table
From these ladies in their cardigan twin sets and Prada bags
Knowing that a few moments ago
I was lying in my bed
Tangled up in phone cord
Listening to your voice
With my fingers inside me
Moaning
Gasping
Cumming.
Every time I bring my dainty salad fork to my lips
My nose is filled with my own scent
Still lingering there.
I smile a wicked smile to myself
And discuss the weather.
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