Erotic PoetryScrewingTo be loosened
be tightened
and flexibly stern
the 'other' hot passion
lifts your leg
as (un)still we burn.
Drilled into
scooped up
inverted and reversed:
These are the motions
no longer are lips pursed.
Move slower,
thrust faster
contradictions are our end
empty holes demand a fill
and with messes to be cleaned -
how oh how oh how
can you call me mean?
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