Monday, April 11, 2005

Enough of the ordinariness of washing machines and fluorescent light fixtures. However... possibly I've swung too far to the other end of the spectrum with this.
To preserve those of delicate leanings, I've hopefully set this up such that you will have to highlight the following to read it. If you think erotic poems are better left to porn sites, move right along please, no offense intended.


Couldn't you just spend the morning
lying in the early sun of my bedroom, stretched out
cat-like, lazy, and asking to be stroked?

Come over now and we can shower together,
warm water trapped where
our bodies are pressed close
then I will lay you out on the rug and take you, untoweled
wet into wet
already I can hear the low chuckle of delight
as you peak
leaving me sweet cream slicked and glossy with your cum

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