- Erotic Poetry
- Peach Milk
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It trailed down the valley of my neck
and rose up to tickle the shell of my earlobe
each of my ribs were scraped from behind,
starting from the vertebrae
to the tips
near my lungs
(near my heart).
.
A daring sort of fancy took over my eyes
as they batted their lashes
and drawled lazy figurines over exposed flesh
Some unspoken agreement permitted this treading
into unfamiliar territory.
.
Breathy exhales and peeping giggles thread themselves in the air
only to be interrupted by teasing bites of chocolate
and the infant's suckling of milk
Ignore the bruised peach on the counter top, it was there for show anyways
Let it rest itself on the smooth and chill marble.
.
Don't say a word, don't speak
Just smell the atmosphere, and cup the heart murmurs tenderly
Unravel the feeble caresses until only
the bare apple core is left inside.
