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You whispered poetry to me,
penetrating my ear with the warm hard thrust
of your syntax. Caressing my body with your
alliteration, bringing chill bumps to the
landscape of my skin. You trace a
series of haiku down my spine.
My toes curl from the thrill of wave after wave
of vowels and syllables washing over me.
I open my eyes to see before me your
naked heart trembling, longing to be claimed.
penetrating my ear with the warm hard thrust
of your syntax. Caressing my body with your
alliteration, bringing chill bumps to the
landscape of my skin. You trace a
series of haiku down my spine.
My toes curl from the thrill of wave after wave
of vowels and syllables washing over me.
I open my eyes to see before me your
naked heart trembling, longing to be claimed.
Literature
Erotic
I would draw every drop of lust
From the depths of your soul
Your back arched in ecstasy
Your body aching for my barest touch
How could I possibly be so cold
And deny you the pleasure you crave so much?
Literature
SEX
This poem is about sex.
(yeah, that got your attention)
This poem is about sex.
This poem is about love.
This poem is about living in your sexuality
instead of being afraid of it.
This poem is about saying fuck you
to everyone who told you
its wrong.
Its dirty.
Its shameful.
This poem is about the sin so natural
it takes you to heaven on earth.
This poem is about turning the key,
finding your voice,
making your own choice.
This poem is about independence,
decision,
instead of buying into all their misery.
Honestly.
Abstinence class
150 pages of health text book telling you
Literature
First Time-Erotic
First Time
His fingers dance upon my skin
As he begs to be let in,
His lips, so warm, tease my ear
As his breath dances
The fear disappears.
Bodies close as close can be
Not a thing between him and me.
His kiss so soft,
Tongue hot as fire,
Coaxing my own to dance.
With him inside,
We lose track of time,
Our hearts beat
Through the pain
To brand new, sweet pleasure.
The first time of many,
At this point, is done.
I could lie here,
Forever,
In his arms, hot as the sun.
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Very well written!