EROTIC POETRY COLLECTION
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random #32
thrusts
towel
Shibari
Over Coffee
I, Your First Girl
Shift
Cascades
Mouth
Fingers
A Man’s Thigh
and again
POETRY COLLECTION
face
The Kiss 2.0
humble fool
dreams
Chandelier
burning alive
his quiet reflections
retreat (#35)
horizon
Serious Moonlight
Blackfire
tick
Prism
To The Rhythm
then, now
silent napalm
dark mare, run
Ghosting
my plate
Eleven to Midnight
Moonstruck
Scorpion Squished
Kintsukuroi Me
Not My Feeling
Thistle
Play Dumb
Death’s Door
Finality
Eyes
Trellis
Where Souls Meet
Break
In Light
She Left
Amber Fluid
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Queen Bitch (a poem)
* This post contains mature language. “What a bitch.”As if I didn’t know. Soon dies the complacent, trembling little flower.I intend to thrive much longer. Better still, I am Queen Bitch.And you, a little one. Mutter, walk, pretend you don’t see.Because this Bitch stands her ground. Get back to me when you can do the…
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Even then (a poem)
Not all chances lostTime moves us forward at costSo, too, the futureAs yet unseen, much will never changeEven then, yes. Idiocy and sincerity A fine lineI walk it oftenSoul knows; heart stupid Even then, yes. Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee
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ran, fell (a poem)
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Intense (an erotic poem)
*This poem contains mature material. Ribcage forward, breasts heaving, back arched, breath stoppedI cum, hardCunt clenches down on your cockAlthough you are soaked in my juices You couldn’t pull outEven if you wanted to I will remain clampedUntil you erupt Because I’m intense like that …Intensity has its merits Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee Soft lips are…
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depths (a poem)
i am a lot to lovei want too muchmayhap, i know my worthand you can’t cut the check you wouldn’t know depthsif you were drowning cheap voicecheap wordslittered, trampled trinketsstrewn across the sandy gift shop did you know?that’s where the exit is i’ve gone deep divingif i need to find youi know where to lookshallow…
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face (a poem)
Faithful mirror burns a cold interiorPainted face smoke and glassVision intended and truth refrainedI feel nothing as my lips crack and image shatters Christina Schmidt, MA “Just paint your face” the shadows smile… “Burn,” by The Cure.
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