- Erotic Poetry
- Needful Existence
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Bloody kisses on my thighs
The lust filled air accepts my cries.
Your tongue a wicked blade
A chisel, a lathe
Upon my center so small and meek
Passion’s blood fills my cheeks.
Within my arms you gladly fall,
you push me up against the wall
Yourself you take and drive within
I shriek and claw as my head spins
My teeth I sink into your flesh
Your hot hard body to mine you press
I writhe and whimper against your groin,
This fire burns within my loins
Aflame and tormented I arch against you
Knowing this one thing to be true
You are the one who torments me so
You are the one whose touch I wish to know
You are the one who makes me weak
You are the one of whom I speak
When loving your body with mine
My soul is centered on something fine
Your explosion triggers mine
Your seed seeping from between my thighs
The breath I exhale upon my sighs
Neither of these is as warm
As the passion’s flame that threatens to harm
This conflagration consumes me
And I gladly burn
for this existence is what I need,
And for what I yearn.
