Erotic PoetryPleasureOne moment
in our lovemaking
equal to the bliss
as my core swells
to engulf us both and the wave
of emotion crests
is the instant of your entry,
the sliding find through silken lips
to open and fill my need.
The slow probe and throb
of your passion,
ecstatic echoes in me,
squeezed by muscles I never knew I had
in an effort to hold you deep
as surely as my arms and legs
enfold your body.
Survivor poem – poet's choice - trigger 39 – my secret pleasure
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