- Erotic Poetry
- Unconventional
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It's not between the sheets
Nor pretty flowers are laid with pretty words
It's on your knees, with a rug burn
An exchange of what's acceptable
For what's worth fucking dying for
It's not safe or comfortable
There aren't soft kisses or light strokes
His tongues down your throat
Your panties are around your ankles
And you pray to god, he doesn't break the plaster
It's not calmly looking into her eyes
Or saying sweetly in climax, "I love you"
She's on the kitchen counter
You're driving in hard enough to leave marks
She screams, comes; you roar, come
And all you can think, while you gulp in air is "Fuck!"
It's rough, when he's having you
It's crazy, when she loses control
It's love, surrounded by lust, dipped in possession, with a pinch of fire
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agowhat describes convention, other that Vegas. TK U MLJ LV NV
live4passionalmost 12 years agoYou show a real flash of brilliance. The last line of the second stanza also captures a quality I associate with exceptional poetry - sudden unexpected reversal
Commendable effort ****
live4passionalmost 12 years agoTwo lines in this poem made a mark for me, quite profound
"An exchange of what's acceptable
For what's worth fucking dying for"
And then the rest just fell short, somewhere between the ordinary and even downright shallow
