Fingers fondle
private places
in familiar fashion.
Excitement builds,
sometimes slowly,
sometimes swiftly.
Every time
it's a new experience.
No two are the same
making every occurence
like the first time.
Arousal rises
until it
reaches its peak.
And in that instant
nothing but
the pleasure is felt.
Our worries, hang-ups
subside if only
for a few seconds.
We forget everything
that clouds our mind.
I live for those
brief moments.
If only they lasted longer.
Your ability to write an
Your ability to write an erotic poem is just as refined, just as dignified, as your other poems. I do not mean to imply anything unchaste when I admit that I like this one very much.
J-Called