- Erotic Poetry
- Our Dirty Fix
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His sigh is soft,
his eyes are blue.
At times I wonder,
"Is this all a ruse?"
His kiss is sweet,
his lips ever tender.
He softly whispers,
"'Tis a night to remember."
His hands are rough,
but his touch is sincere.
He quietly says,
"I'll always be here."
In an instant,
the tenderness is gone;
replaced by a passion more eager.
Hands groping, finding.
Lips parting, sliding.
"I wanna be inside you," he says.
Legs opening, entwining.
Hips thrusting, grinding.
Washed in ecstasy,
dripping with sweat.
He leans down and says,
"That pussy is so wet."
I moan at the remark,
one more push and he's through.
One more kiss and he says,
"I wanna taste you."
My back is arching,
my nails dig in deep.
After my release,
we drift off to sleep.
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