- Erotic Poetry
- My Best Times With You
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Here I sit,
Waiting for your eyes to meet mine,
Yearning for a chance to glance at your depths.
Craving for the sparks to dance between us,
An orgasmic moment to touch us both,
Certainly I will not be disappointed.
When I see you are not going to make my fantasy come true just yet,
I suffocate myself in your beauty.
Your swollen lips,
structured spine,
My eyes rest on your scupted chest,
The rhythm of my pulsing loins matches you
breath... for breath... for breath...
The rise and fall of your chest is too much.
I divert my attention upward,
For I know I would explode if I moved any further south.
When I reach your eyes,
I feel them reading my passion, my lust.
The moment comes,
And I realize I would have been safer at your belly button.
Then it comes,
The moment,
OUR moment.
The rapture overtakes my whole being
And I feel faint.
I open my eyes and quietly whisper,
"We will meet again."
And walk to the bathroom to wash my hands.
