- Erotic Poetry
- Naked On The Bed Under A Blanket
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Beneath the moon's soft glow, I lay,
Naked on the bed, where shadows play.
A blanket veils me, a tease of modesty,
In anticipation, my lover's arrival I decree.
The silence whispers, a symphony of desire,
As I await the dance of passion, set to transpire.
The room holds secrets, in its cocoon of hush,
A prelude to love, a fervent, whispered crush.
The night wears a cloak of anticipation,
A canvas where yearning paints its narration.
My skin tingles, echoes of a tender touch,
In the stillness, our connection deepens much.
Through the window, the stars bear witness,
To the unfolding tale, a sweet coalescence.
Time stands still, wrapped in anticipation's thread,
As I lay on the bed, love's whispers spread.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous4 months agoVats mit dis moon stuffing. Da nite ist vering a cloak? Vat size, vat color. Da moon ist over you? Ya got a vindow in da ceiling? Da silence visper? How dat? Ach da liber , it vispers a symphony by Moztart? Yunga mann, dis ist not poetry, nein, ist pretty verds vitout connection. Makes little cents, only pocket change. If da room ist eina cacaoone, den you must be in larva. Please be enin butter fly and taka da flight, stchop mit des shuppuod expressionist, mein baoy. You talking but sexe vit 2 menses, zo get to da point ud put da pene in da tushe e buona notte.
