- Erotic Poetry
- Ways Of The Flesh
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Click hereI’ll admit oft times
to thinking how many
ways can I spell out your flesh
in porn tracts
without my petticoats
turning red...
Remarks linger as
“Ride that lightning rod
until the thunder roars”,
or make me a Neruda whore
free me untill you
feel like you want to lick
a little pink juiced pulp
from the fruit of my plum and
allow my tongue to sketch
words round your aroused flesh
while my lusty lips lash
your raw nakedness
into submission.
And you’ll be my poppet
cause you know I won’t bend
but, I may pretend
that I am helpless
while the world spins
its halo of virtue back
to my reality...
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaover 18 years agocaress my imagination, like your tongue on your lover's flesh.
ty,bd
twelveooneover 18 years agoI hope this was deliberate:
poppet
if not maybe it should be,
agree with below.
sackover 18 years agoin the way you use words as well as the overall rhythm of the poem. A role model for other poems of this genre. Bravo!
