Erotic PoetryThe GameThey begin the game
Touching ever so lightly
How much can she take
A test of patience
The wait excruciating
Who will give in first
Anticipation
Silky ropes tied loosely 'round
Wanting, waiting, wet
Sweet succulent flesh
Kissed, teased, overwhelmed by him
Her passion devoured
Quietly she moans
Now completely inside her
So deeply within
Lost in her passion
Willingly giving of herself
She belongs to him
His prize fully claimed
Unconditionally his
The game is over
Both victorious
No rules, no games, only two
Now becoming one
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