- Erotic Poetry
- Ribbed for her pleasure
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You’re wearing a turtleneck, ribbed for her pleasure
Cotton never felt so good
Push your sleeves back
So I can see you forearms flex
Your shoulders are beautiful
I could stare at them all day
You are a definite distraction
All ribbed for her pleasure
Cable knit and tight in all the right places
Blue like your eyes
I can’t decide if I like it better
On of off
You are the picture of comfort in it
That and those faded Levi’s
I’d like to ruffle your feathers a bit
See how well your cotton breathes
Can I kiss you underneath?
Your turtled neck
Scrape my nails along that cabled knit
It’s ribbed for my pleasure
And look at those ribs
My vertical horizon
All pointing and urging
To those blue, denim-hugged hips
And what of those hips?
Will they be ribbed for my pleasure too?
Can I throw your button-fly’s to the ground?
Just keep the turtleneck; I like it ribbed for my pleasure
