I lose my footing
and fall right into
your arms.
'Feels good, don't it?'
You ask me
as we
sift through a bunch of jars
of fragrances that emanate
from candles inside a local shop.
You handle
glass like it's so precious.
Always loved to fantasize
about you holdin' me
the same way, darling.
We're too drained for the lights
of Doswell
for, at least, right now.
You undo your belt
and whisper to me
'have you ever felt
somethin' like these
before?'
It's so good
that your bed is so close to the floor,
because I could
fall right off from the kind of surprise
that only good guys get
when a girl like you
tells us she's wet.
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Erogenous & Emotional Verses
PoetryDo you like erotic poetry? Well, I do too! Wanna embark on this journey with me? (This also can get emotional.)