TAKING EROTICA OUT OF THE BOX

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JOURNAL # 41

the caveat of desire
is one's ability to singularly want
futile fleshing demurely draped
the mental habit of drawing closer
upon your warm, male skin
my fingers ravenously skate
your string quartet breath
being drawn in
the excited male animal's pant
spurs me onto the pleasures that
sweatily escalate
my pouting David come to life
embroil me with your greedy gaze
captivate and conquer my soft. quivering
form
I am answer to your question
sheath to your sword
bedazzlement holds hostage
my every kiss for thee
and commands my aching need
to bow to you my sexualized lord
we are stem and whim
courtship and craving
the pinnacle we glue our inner
eyes to
in the gooey center of a most
mysterious zen
in rapture we exchange time for need
your assurances strip melancholy
of its former worry
where tomorrow laughs
and loves to love
that is where we too will be
lying in each others arms
nude beneath such lovely sheets
marveling at the vague perfection
of our mutual journey
as here we lay
this side of heaven
with the earth at our ankles
knowing all the while love holds
us closer...........
(Oct 15, 2015 302pm or there about)

Author's Notes/Comments:

I had some unshuffled feelings about a certain stunning gentleman and I needed to shuffle them a bit. I stupidly thought an erotic poem would come of this as my thoughts have been leaning towards him so very strongly in that manner but this is what came so this is what I wrote and subsequently posted. I'd like to think of it as rated G sexy. Is that even possible to be rated G and sexy? I somehow think not but hey I liked the idea of it at least. Enjoy anyway.......... if you can ( laughs)