- Erotic Poetry
- You Don’t Bring Me Flowers
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He shows up
Unexpectedly
Holding a rose
Freshly cut
From his mom’s garden
He smiles
Boyishly bashful
And says
I brought this for you
I thought it was pretty
And I thought of you
He is never bashful
And he never brings flowers
To anyone
He does not believe in flowers
He does not give them to her
I’m completely shocked
Thrilled and
Lovestruck
This is not just
Fuckery and friendship
This man loves me
You don’t do flowers
I say
Pulling him towards me
I breathe my
Thank you
Across his lips and
We kiss
Soft and gentle
We don’t do
Soft and gentle
I’m not sure what we do
Any more
All I know for sure
Is that I like this side of us
The side with sweet smiles
And flowers
And gentle kisses
Maybe
I’m more vanilla then I realize
Maybe
I just like my vanilla
With other flavors mixed in
Maybe
I finally found a man
Who can give me all the flavors
With sprinkles on top
And maybe
If we’re lucky
Someday
He will be only
And always
Mine
- COMMENTS
LadyAmethyst9 months agoAuthorUpdate: I still have the flower in a vase in my room. I suspect I will keep it forever Or at least as long as he keeps me, which I suspect, in one way or another, will also be forever 💜
Paul4play11 months ago“Maybe
I just like my vanilla
With other flavors mixed in”
Or…
Maybe
I just like my flavors
With a little vanilla mixed in
This is why I enjoy your throuple poetry!
