Erotic PoetryOverheardA caught breath,
not meant to be heard,
sets my ears and heart
ringing to no end;
I did not expect,
did not suspect,
that my detachment could
be breached so;
A bitten lip and a bruised ego
are forgotten with the brush of
my thumb across my ring;
knowing the love is there,
But also knowing my eyes
have gone from chestnut
to hazel in spite of
myself.
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