The sweet sound of the fly of
Your jeans seperating and the rustle
Of the denim as it slithers down your thighs
Excites me.
The sound of the skin tight
Shirt and click of the
Constricting bra clasp
Turns me on.
Why must woman wear
So many clothes?
My fingers long to touch the sweet
Core of a woman.
The part all men crave to touch.
Her heart.
All four chambers
Beating in sync with
My own. That is, of
Course, until the clothes fall off.
Then that heart
Beats no more.
Author notes
I wouldn't call this erotica. I wanted to start something that sounded erotica, and end it with a dark twist. Kinda failed in my opinion.
6/5/09 XD Noticed a small mistake in one of the stanzas. All fixed now.
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hmmmm. its really good kinda odd but really unique and vey well written as well i dono tho about some things but. id kida like to ask question sometime if im able to i meen if it's ok with you
but anyways keeps up the good work ok
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