Erotic PoetryTreasure TroveDreams so to be that finger
to fit tight within her soft glove.
Poised, touching tease, I linger,
entry cum with but a shove.
Would eagle be a singer
soaring through his bliss above.
Having hit, scored a ringer
Hot lust o'ertaking love.
Easy strikes, pierced with stinger,
she bird swallowed when he drove
taking all from her bringer.
Treasure buried deep, her trove.
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