Erotic PoetryRainy Sunday Morning...Listen to slow languid jazz,
melt into my brain,
bring peace to my bones...
my drug for anxiety,
where all others have failed.
Your here with me now
in this gray lazy morning light
Relax with me
in naked abandon
run your fingers through my hair
like those sexy notes that float
through the air...
you are the one...
even though you don't see
you are the one...
the only one to please me.
So relax with me now,
listen to slow languid jazz
melt into your brain
bring peace to your bones
let me be your drug,
where all others have failed...
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