- Erotic Poetry
- Some nights are not made for sleep
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Some nights are not made for sleep,
Some are for heaving breasts
and thirsted mouths
and burning lips.
Some beds are not made for slumber,
Some are for bared bodies
in sinful encounter.
Moonlight’s not merely for
evening skies,
Some lights to cast shadow
on parted thighs.
Some tongues swirl like
dancing queens,
On well-lit stage of fevered skin.
Hands are lighters and
fingers are flames,
That light the torch of
this forbidden game.
To twist, to turn
To moan, to scream,
To rock each body and
float like a dream.
To clutch the sheets and
gasp for air,
As we reach the edge of unaware.
To reach the peak in tearful shed,
Without leaving the confines—
of this unmade bed.
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