- Erotic Poetry
- Me & Muse-ic
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Pleasure is intricately painful
At times most often found in between sheets
Hands pinned to cloth
Strands to pillows
Layers peeled back like ripe fruit
Sweet juice
Has Spilled over onto the floor
Behind closed doors
We exchange words and fluids
Interchanging glances and movements
Like were dancing underneath the stars
We are inclined to exhale
But refuse too for fear of missing the moment
When all good things come
To an end
Right now we are in the moment
In this moment it is just me
And my muse-ic
I listen to the sounds of heavy breathing
Moaning and groaning,
Gasping and cursing
Blasphemous promises
Of a not so distant future
Swearing on everything
Including children's' and mother's lives
Those outside
Would despise
Us, if they knew
What went on inside
These walls
We thank God they can't talk
In here we forget faults
Dismiss thoughts of whose right
And whose wrong
With every beat
And every chord
We get lost
inside each other.
©2010 B.D
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