- Erotic Poetry
- Parking Valet at Sant'olina
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Ben told me he'd once
been a bouncer
in a waterfront bar
and I wondered if his cock
was as thick
as the biceps
falling out of those cutoff sleeves.
But I was then dating a guy with money,
so I resisted the urge.
He called me "ma'am" as he took my keys,
and though I did crumple
my business card
with both home and cell numbers
in what I handed him,
I happily took Erik's arm,
as I knew he'd order excellent champagne.
- COMMENTS
todski28over 2 years agoDuality and tantalising
You’re such an interesting writer as a poet, to me you cut out and leave in just enough for me to reach out and fill in the gaps whichever way I might choose,
Erotic with snippets of lust, forbidden fruit and under tones of male sexual utility,
This is five star worthy for sure
