- Erotic Poetry
- The Senses of Him
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He walks in the room but I do not see Him
I feel His presence drawing near
He steps behind me and a chill follows
through my entire being
Why can I not ever have enough of this Man?
He whispers in my ear,
“I have been craving you,
wanting you, waiting for you, my slut.”
I get flustered as he raises my hands above me predicting my future.
His touch
His voice
His scent
He has me just where He wants me
Putty in His hands as I surrender.
And He says,
“Good girl.”
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