- Erotic Poetry
- The Gift
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I wander back and forth from place to place.
In and out as wares are displayed and viewed.
My mind a flutter, searching for perfection.
My passion, my desire, my tenderness, my treasure.
I need to find it, find perfection for her.
I feel the need to provide, as she gives me so much.
Baubles line the walls and aisles, they are gorgeous.
But which one will fit, which one will unlock her smile?
My hands hold precious things, demanding a high price.
My mind, however is unclear, I cannot reconcile.
Then I remember, this is fleeting, a physical symbol.
That my true gift to her, is what i have always given her...
My devotion, love and adoration.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 6 years agobut lovers like cash and or gifts on top of heavy breathing.
It is sad but true, when choosing between equal lovers the one who is most generous is the one who will make entrance into her heart and the rest will follow. Rare is the lover who prizes devotion, love and adoration over very good sex or a Hermes bag..
