- Erotic Poetry
- Dirty shoes
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Walking down the street,
free as a bird yet
chained by my desires
like a dog in heat,
whining and spreading
if you get close.
A dangerous animal in
designer jeans
and a wisp of shirt
that makes you look,
and then look again.
Black heels kick up dust
in a cloud around me,
you cannot help but watch.
Women pull their children
away from my gaze,
mothers always know
when they are in the
presence of filth.
Every mans fantasy,
might as well have
Slut
slashed across my face
as I saunter by,
catching your eye and
licking my lips in
invitation for all
your wicked thoughts.
Such pleasure in knowing
that you will fuck
your wife tonight and
it will really be me
you’re slamming into,
feeding my sick craving.
You’ll fall asleep
exhausted,
and dream of my
dirty shoes.
Skittles_lm
6-8-07
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