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The Blue Room
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Erotic Poetry My mind is a dark brothel hallway
low-lit by under door slits
stale with damp desperation
cheap cologne and spilt seed
The back room of a porn store
behind a grungy velour curtain
torpid air, sticky floor
hypnotic throb of perversion
In these places you do such things to me
Crush me between the tacky wall
and your urgency
wrench my neck to that
precise angle of surrender
teeth testing the very sinews
of my resolve
eyes leaving no doubt
you've come to stake your claim
Over and over you've ground me
between the filthy floor
and your heaving chest
your trembling belly
your pounding hips
your hard cock
Oh, lover
you give so selfishly
and take so selflessly
In the blue rooms of my mind
you've already fucked me
so many ways
