- Erotic Poetry
- My First Erotic Poem
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In the realm of words and desire, I dwell,
A scribe of passion, in stories to tell,
My quill embraces the lustful tales,
For a thirsty audience, through love's travails.
Each stroke a whisper, each word a caress,
Seductive prose, in secret we profess,
Ensnared within the pages, we entwine,
As hearts flutter, our fantasies align.
By candlelight, my pen, it dances wild,
Unveiling passions, as dreams are compiled,
In fervent fire, our souls intertwine,
As we explore the depths of love's design.
The audience thirsts, and I drink it in,
Their eager eyes, their longing hearts within,
A tapestry of ardor, spun and twirled,
As letters merge in a sensual world.
For every breathless word, a secret kiss,
In the sacred space, where passion persists,
Upon the parchment, our desires entreat,
As I scribe the stories, my heart, it beats.
So let us bask in the glow of our love,
And trace the lines that the heavens above,
Have etched upon our souls, a tale divine,
In erotic literature, forever enshrined.
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