master_chay
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- Jun 21, 2012
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I write the odd poem here and there, and odd poems they are, to be sure, but I've not thought about writing erotic poetry before seeing it here.
Alright.
Here it goes.
[clears throat]
Alright.
Here it goes.
[clears throat]
Don't ...
Don't turn your head like that,
don't show me your neck.
Don't put your hand
on your bare shoulder,
round and white,
like that.
Don't start to stroke yourself,
and don't give me that look,
don't run your tongue
over your lips.
Please don't sit up straighter,
don't hold up your hair
and stretch up, showing me
how stiff your nipples are
beneath that silly dress
that is no barrier at all
between your skin and mine.
Don't smile like that.
We are in public.
I tell you, stop,
because my hands are hot,
my balls are hard as hell
and painful,
my prick is straining
in my pants
and I
just cannot wait
to fuck you.