- Erotic Poetry
- Secret Missive
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Upon yon post arrived thy secret missive,
Into my own two hands joyously received.
Remembrance of times past when I
was a bedwench, with dagger hidden
beneath my garb of white.
Secret protection, there to keep, for
times be wild, though tame art I.
Or tamed I shall be by thy hands.
Your appetite immense, your desires
unsatiable, for my soft lips and tender
touch.
A fire ignites. Boiling magma and molten
stream erupt within our souls, crashing
and burning
Bold Icherus, wings not of wax, but
of white hot ash and falling cinder.
There ignites again a raging fire
filled with passion and longing.
Your words the spark, my dreams
the tinder.
There doth fueled with intent and
planning, the reuniting of lost souls,
to bind together.
Neither to hold nor punish, but rather
revile and reveal.
To harvest and glean few tiny moments
that we may romp and dally, for
precious few these moments be.
Long with longing, I contain and restrain
my passion, 'til thy own vissage and thy
touch, return to me again.
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