- Erotic Poetry
- dinner is served
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and the night paints the whispers
where confessions can only dance..
his salt and pepper tone
sat quietly that night
his beautiful blues would convey
the loving blush of a lily
cradling the stem they obey
her jades were full of mischief
an iris in comparison of light
tiny prisms of orchid
to persuade an obvious trite
she was long blonde hair
sweeping shoulders bare
black dress with stiletto heels
he was hot dripping sex with passion
how she loved to make him kneel
it was dinner at eight'
on a porcelain plate
each serving proportionately placed
wine stem holding the warmth of her thighs
to sin - to love - to grace
it was the hard wood floor
that kept begging for more
as the table was cleaned in a rake
through the linens that flew
the crashing in two
and the sound of a porcelain plate
she leaned into him
with every notion
pulled up her dress to reveal
the whispers unspoken
the passion unbroken
and motioned for him to kneel
now,
Fuck me ,
until i break
like china.
- COMMENTS
whaleeabout 16 years agoThe floor just drops out beneath me....I am totally knocked on my ass.
MacDukeover 18 years agoYou do have a way with words. Perhaps because I have salt and pepper and baby blues.
RhymeFairyover 18 years agoshe leaned into him
with every notion
pulled up her dress to reveal ...
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nice ... steamy.
Finnneee write.
I love your imagery here GA.
I also have to say.
You are a good poet ... in my opinion.
I love, how you word and think it through.
Always carrying us to the next level,
of where we need to be.
Just a wonderful word wizzard !!!
