Erotic PoetryMoth and Flamethere is no greater pleasure
than to behold the treasure
of your vulneralbility
to my intense sexuality
when you call me 'whore'
i only want more
To hear your moans
and aggressive tones
i quiver with delight
as i sneak in the night
just to share that moment
a glorious event
as you tell me
'shut the fuck up'
I only want
to be the cup
that you fill
with your milky froth
you are my flame
and I am your moth
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