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Thinking of an Erotic Chapbook
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Submissions Hands Over Privates
You came at me from the long distance of a few feet,
Captured me in an embrace
and held on till it was time
to let me go.
Only after they cackled, “Get a room,”
Hanging your head in mocked shame
Hands over privates,
Did you skulk away.
The long distance of a few feet, covered in an instance.
You tease me with your eyes,
Follow me whenever I look.
I try not to look at you.
Only after some pretense to speak
Do I, look at you. I like to look at you,
And want to feel
Hands over privates.
Clamatic Exclaim
Shower me with praise and adoration
So I may lick thy face in wanton lust,
Hold my legs high, with the utmost regard,
Return the compliment to nether lips.
Stand still and statuesque, for my mouth to claim,
So's to bring thy soul to quivering quill
And write my name in climatic exclaim.
Confectionary
The space between us closed in an instance
You said,
are you ready for dessert
And waved that thing at me
I slide so fast across the floor on knees
like a Broadway Super Star
and square up between your legs
I am I say
so ready and waiting was I for seconds
preferring now the cherry on top.
The cake and eat it too
delicious, filling my mouth,
content I am with my treat.
Can I see you yesterday?
Can I see you yesterday?
Kisses fall like painter’s snow
On oil laced canvases
Of brilliant blue.
Can I see you a week ago?
Lips on lips and breath on breath,
Sunlight picks up the autumn glow
On satin skin.
Can I see you a month preceeding?
Caresses trace,
The summer light
On cheeks.
Can I see you a year gone past?
Can I see you in the decades before?
The quarter centuries and the golden annuals?
The diamond jubilee?
Eyes to eyes,
Time on time,
You give this answer
To the question I asked;
When would you like to see me again?
Yesterday is not soon
Enough.
