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The Erotic Poem
The thought of her body on my bed
wearing nothing but that smile
as I peel off that black dress;
the one with black leather across the top.
The smell of her perfume
that haunts my room for days
and my mind for weeks
as we talk about anything,
her laughter filling my ears.
I am full of desire.
She becomes my fantasy
and then becomes my everything.
wearing nothing but that smile
as I peel off that black dress;
the one with black leather across the top.
The smell of her perfume
that haunts my room for days
and my mind for weeks
as we talk about anything,
her laughter filling my ears.
I am full of desire.
She becomes my fantasy
and then becomes my everything.
Published 19th Dec 2014
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