I want you all impatient and serious,
our bodies against one another
as if in a small closet.
I want to mess your hair in a mat of hard kisses,
squat to take a long lick of your thigh
before the deep throat
of guilty conscience swallows us;
before regret slides inside my panties
faster than your frisson.



Wow this is fiery hot what a piece of erotic poetry.


















Oh I love this the title sums this up perfectly. 








It feels more airy and delicate. Certainly you craft a message that is one you can lightly tap. Quiet like. No crits, not that I can see at least. I really like this format you've been playing with lately. It's very square and yet, the emotions are not. Sometimes poetically we need to have lots of sex. And sometimes not poetically we need to have lots of sex.








dang 







152 old applause
