Erotic PoetryMy Sister's Homemy sister's home and I must go
she's wandered in from fresh fallen snow
her body trembles and cheeks are aglow
heavy wet clothes removed, we kiss hello
'twixt the sheets our seeds shall we sew
her need is dire but soon all will know
within her now, our love will grow
life comes forth as spring waters flow
roots take hold and shan't winnow
blooming rocks on an alpine tableau
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Unfortunately
Modern poets sadly forget the importance of rhythm in poems and only focus on rhyme. This is just another of those.
Beautiful
Gently romantic
Depends
It depends upon how the reader reads it.
Incest??
please tag if so...
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