- Erotic Poetry
- Unbearable Muse At Midnight
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Click here"Come on, sing me something new,
there is a trickle of intention
rising from the roots of you,
an urge too obvious to mention."
Those are words, a mumbled mocking
pouring from her purring lips,
through acid ego trips unlocking,
right before my focus slips.
She leans in on a whispered grin,
morphs her murmur to taste
desperation seeped through skin,
savoring that wicked waste.
"It's close to chaos, close to riot
I hear the pressure rise inside,"
she whispers softly, sits quiet
waits for an elusive tide.
It's for eyes like those I write
that hang on every motion,
an unbearable muse at midnight
and an urge too clear for notion.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoI am jealous as usual, especially so since you whipped this one up from just a title.
Jennifer Calmost 19 years agoA really strong piece
and a fantastic read.
I loved it!
Thank you.
~ J
