Ride with herA Poem by ChampagneThis is my first attempt at erotic poetry. I am not sure why I've never explored this genre before. Which is strange, because poetry, like making love, is so much about passion.And she would be there Gently, Her soft murmurs echoing in your eyes You would watch her breasts Like twin volcanoes And you would watch the contours of flesh Smell her musky breath Watch her biting her lips You will see the whites of her eyes turn red While you hold her close and hard And when the night wind has done her tours across the quiet lane subtle breezes flowing on the leaves and baby birds in their nest, sweet dreams on their beaks She will whisper in your ears and scream and shudder and scream and shudder and melt away into liquid streams. And you thought - Love was a grayish bundle left out to dry in the Sun.
© 2010 ChampagneAuthor's Note
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