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Click hereHe stands,
his shaft encased
in the magnificent globes
of her ass.
He squeezes
her small, wrinkled boobs,
and she feels
the warmth of his breath
upon her neck,
his hot tongue
in her ear,
then wakes
into the emptiness
of the cold
winter night.
Only a dream.
And he wakes
to the false tears
of urban raindrops
crawling down the window.
Only a dream.
Together they listen
to the absence
of crickets.
One of the best erotic poems I've read in a long time. The narrative had a dream-like quality to it, and then, voilá, it was a dream. Liked the "anti-climax" of the absent cricket at the end. Line breaks and syntax were great.
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l 5and 6 contrast nicely with 3 and 4
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I especially like the last four sets of lines. "false tears/urban raindrops" is wonderful. Thank you for sharing it.