- Erotic Poetry
- My Model
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Brash and boisterous,
but you don't deceive me:
your nervous energy
fills the space
sets me alight,
makes me breathe.
"There is the screen,
take off your clothes."
Time liquifies until
you step forward,
now reduced to
simply you
a symphony in skin.
"Where do you want me?"
I want you close to me
so I can touch you,
so I can paint
electric lines
upon you,
make you gasp,
make you shiver ...
"Lie on the couch for now,
relax and close your eyes ..."
Tense as a bow,
scared you are,
slowly releasing
your control
to me.
For now,
I own your body.
I will pose you,
I will make you show me
more than ever you revealed
to any lover past
and yet to come.
You are my toy.
My perfect doll.
My plaything and
my muse.
You are
my model.
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