- Erotic Poetry
- fruit of his vine
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click heretemple cock
his secret space
sacrificed loin lullabies
with moon laces tinting
musky skin
a ripened vintage
that pierced cored
burgundy veins
of patterned age
anoint me once more
frayed pilgrim
- COMMENTS
WickedEveabout 19 years agocock=temple. That's been done before--a lot. This poem had the potential to suck, but hey blue, it didn't! :) No way. Lots of unique phrases, like loin lullabies, made this a good and interesting read.
Bill Dadaabout 19 years agoI agree with Syn, this good. I plan to read more of your work.
sandspikeabout 19 years agoI got the feeling you drink from this vine often. Love
and sex thats how I read it. Smooth.
