- Erotic Poetry
- Spill the Wine
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The first drop is an accident,
a small splash of wine down your chin,
but each drop after feeds erotic intent
as I silently lick it off your skin.
A small splash of wine down your chin
our eyes meet as I slowly lean in.
As I silently lick it off your skin
I think of what is about to begin
our eyes meet as I slowly lean in
with the heat of wine doing its best
I think of what is about to begin
as you tilt the merlot above your breast
with the heat of wine doing its best
the next drop now upon the curve of your chest
as you tilt the merlot above your breast
I kiss it away before it comes to rest
the next drop now upon the curve of your chest
following your contours as it nears your blouse
I kiss it away before it comes to rest
a wine fueled fire we’re not ready to douse
following your contours as it nears your blouse
my lips taste the merlot and feel the heat
a wine fueled fire we’re not ready to douse
unbuttoning your blouse our eyes again meet
my lips taste the merlot and feel the heat
as we press our lips in a passionate kiss
unbuttoning your blouse our eyes again meet
you lift your glass, “But I’m not done with this.”
as we press our lips in a passionate kiss
you disgard your blouse and become further undressed
you lift your glass, “But I’m not done with this.”
and you pour your merlot across your chest
you disgard your blouse and become further undressed
the first drop was an accident
and you pour your merlot across your chest
but each drop after fed erotic intent
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