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New Ground
It was soft
like the underbelly of
a Beautiful Slug
His fingertips
slide over her
epidermal luster white
blazing a trail
only taking his time
to do it
She writhed and moaned
as another trail
felt from toes to the nape
of her neck
She knew NO more
stop
for he still had to
roll her over
and begin
anew.
like the underbelly of
a Beautiful Slug
His fingertips
slide over her
epidermal luster white
blazing a trail
only taking his time
to do it
She writhed and moaned
as another trail
felt from toes to the nape
of her neck
She knew NO more
stop
for he still had to
roll her over
and begin
anew.
Published 8th Dec 2018
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8th Dec 2018 3:07pm
8th Dec 2018 3:40pm
8th Dec 2018 3:47pm
Indeedly so
Why rush such a sweet loving moment
Memories are made from such explorations
Why rush such a sweet loving moment
Memories are made from such explorations
8th Dec 2018 6:35pm
The opening stanza was rather fabulous. I had never previously considered "Slug" to be a sensual word ... but in the context of your poem, it is. It was soft, like the underbelly of a Beautiful Slug. this is a surely a phrase that i will not soon forget.
I'm always impressed by an erotic poem that uses non overtly-sexual words and terminology, and does not descend into crude and lewd language.
Still cannot get over 'Beautiful Slug". Marvellous.
I'm always impressed by an erotic poem that uses non overtly-sexual words and terminology, and does not descend into crude and lewd language.
Still cannot get over 'Beautiful Slug". Marvellous.
8th Dec 2018 8:20pm
