- Erotic Poetry
- Ode to Sexual Sounds
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You are a sexual philogist;
A linguistician in erotic talk.
In the closing moments on
The flight to paradise, and
In the seconds of unloading cargo;
In short, fast strokes of lust;
Your heavenly language begins
To emerge from deep inside the soul,
Escaping through the throat;
Sexual guttural language:
Moans, sighs, shouts, crying,
Screams, gasping, grunts,
Words: "oh, yes...don't stop";
"fuuuuck me, fuuuuck me, yes";
"I'm coming, baby, Yes!!!"
Your language puts the final
Touches on volcanic eruptions;
Spilling hot lava in all directions;
In a whisper your final words are:
"That was so wonderful, let's do it
Again...please, one more time...YES!
Let's talk all night...
