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On the wings of lust
I stroked her soft brown velvet quim
laid on silken sheets of sin
abandoned tomorrow for tonight
to sample those hard-won delights
the urgency of my intentions
coloured with gentleness and affection
her hand reached for my rampant cock
released a gasp while taking stock
for the greater part of rapture lies
in the mind behind the eyes
beneath my hand her nipples hardened
juices flow and her thighs are parting
with each thrust the fuse grows shorter
in that endeavour each gives no quarter
preciousness enjoyed in a jeweller's window
each climax, howling like a dingo
for its a gift and not a right
when an angel lift's your appetite
laid on silken sheets of sin
abandoned tomorrow for tonight
to sample those hard-won delights
the urgency of my intentions
coloured with gentleness and affection
her hand reached for my rampant cock
released a gasp while taking stock
for the greater part of rapture lies
in the mind behind the eyes
beneath my hand her nipples hardened
juices flow and her thighs are parting
with each thrust the fuse grows shorter
in that endeavour each gives no quarter
preciousness enjoyed in a jeweller's window
each climax, howling like a dingo
for its a gift and not a right
when an angel lift's your appetite
Published 12th Nov 2022
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12th Nov 2022 7:25am
Favourite verses:
abandoned tomorrow for tonight
to sample those hard-won delights
for the greater part of rapture lies
in the mind behind the eyes
Intrigued by this verse - were they doing it in a shop window?
preciousness enjoyed in a jeweller's window
each climax, howling like a dingo
abandoned tomorrow for tonight
to sample those hard-won delights
for the greater part of rapture lies
in the mind behind the eyes
Intrigued by this verse - were they doing it in a shop window?
preciousness enjoyed in a jeweller's window
each climax, howling like a dingo
12th Nov 2022 7:30am
thanks SS the jewellers window is a metaphor for the appreciation of refined beauty
14th Nov 2022 6:13pm
Really luscious and sultry erotica, Slip!
Love that last stanza and your wonderful metaphor... for me it's those last two lines... such observant and insightful poetic perfection 👌🏻
Loved the risqué essence combined that sense of appreciation, all flowing beautifully in rhyme.
Excellent poeting. - 🌹
-B
Love that last stanza and your wonderful metaphor... for me it's those last two lines... such observant and insightful poetic perfection 👌🏻
Loved the risqué essence combined that sense of appreciation, all flowing beautifully in rhyme.
Excellent poeting. - 🌹
-B
I am elated and lifted by your words of appreciation It's not often I write erotica. perhaps i will dip my toe in the water more (this is not a metaphor inuendo, or is it !)
