- Erotic Poetry
- Object of My Desire
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There is... something... about the male body.
Strength. Muscle. Sinew. Furrrrrrr...
The differences in skin - smooth,
stretched taut, hiding power.
The cock, soft or engorged
the testes.... soft, dangly balls
to nuzzle for my amusement.
Do you feel like an object, desired?
Do you smile at the thought of saliva
pooling in my mouth?
I see you lengthen, swell.
You're allowed - nay, invited! - to dream
of what's underneath that which
embraces my secrets.
I bring them to your lips
to share their wet and tangy promise,
then slide them sloow onto surrender.
Your tight nipples beckon - I want to
suck them, bite them:
bring out a single drop of blood
then soothe the tender'd flesh.
I am enticed, titillated.
You pique my hunger,
fill my need,
yet never sate.
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineeralmost 8 years agoVery erotic, Mer. I'm not sure if it was your intent, but I like the way you flipped the term "sex object," which for years some women have found obectionable: i.e., "I'm more than a sex object."
One the one hand, it was erotic; on the other, it made me think about gender differences. Men are usually the pursuers, not the objects, of desire.
"Nay" felt outdated. I think "No, invited!" Would have better emphasized who's really in charge here.
