- Erotic Poetry
- primal dance of the sexes
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A woman's naivete beguiles a man.
She breathes and his eyes fix upon
the roundness of her breasts.
He watches as they rise and fall,
then sneaks an obvious peek where
fabrics cleave and buttons strain.
A man's boldness excites a woman.
She sounds a silent mating call within
the artless sway of her hips as she walks.
He hears a loud knocking upon
the zippered door which cannot conceal,
nor contain, his swelling need.
The primal dance of nature has begun.
As her desire stains silk, cotton catches
his leaking droplets until inhibitions
fall to the floor, peeled from their skin
like the unwanted clothing that tried
to mask the language spoken by flesh.
