- Erotic Poetry
- The Ache
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The Ache
I have The Ache,
For the lingering scent of a woman,
Mixed aromas mingling in bliss.
To be almost drunk on that heady sweet smell.
I have The Ache,
For the touch of my fingers across silken curve,
The rise and fall of flesh under my gentle hands.
Swimming in the trill,
Of the picture my fingers paint for my mind.
I have The Ache,
For the taste of a woman's skin,
Her lips tantalize me and driving my desires.
Her neck as she offers me her passion.
Her gentle sex as I worship her in genuine grace.
I have the Ache,
To listen as her breathing becomes music in my ears,
The soft moans,
The quickening pace of her breath,
The cries that make me whole.
I have the Ache.
