Shift (an erotic poem)

This one started out serious and ended up as being fun, taken by a moment. As always, thoughts are welcome. His approach provokes thoughts Movement, breathtaking in it’s own right [decided, intended, forward] He flips the attention onto me Distracting me from admiring his prowess I love the way you move I think you’ll go…

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Cascades (an erotic poem)

As always, thoughts are welcome. Good call, G. Hair is highly visual. blonde cascades spill over you what the softest of strands fail to cover my mouth will provide whispers of locks caressing skin falling haphazardly across the elongated form that is you lips enough hair to spill ’round both our heads blocking the light…

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Mouth (an erotic poem)

This one is a bit twisty. My appreciation of “tasking” wouldn’t stop as I was developing this piece. I respect the process; how I see it is how I see it. Decidedly free verse poetry. I’ve paid homage to a powerful encounter with “The Kiss” but I never really addressed the importance of that first…

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Not My Feeling (a poem)

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow Never Knows. True. I have a pretty good idea. About the next day. The day after too. Time is endless. In the void. A colorless, gray place. Not my scene. Not my feeling. Yet. Here I am. We all take turns here. And it was mine. There will come a shard of…

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Fingers (an erotic poem)

*This poem contains erotic subject matter. Twin nevi on my neck Connect the dots, draw the line Continue on to that most dramatic bone Dip into that velvet hollow I rejoice in a fingered clavicle Skilled, warm fingers (such as I adore) I’ve ‘nother silken hollow You’ve determined to explore My sigh is your name,…

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