- Erotic Poetry
- Pupils
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Click hereMy man is a plucked bird,
Naked with little hairs,
Singing to me.
He comes waddling in,
A cold, shaking mess
For me to cup tenderly
And feed my ripe fruit.
His lips go traveling
On a southbound freeway,
Stippling with saliva,
My mind one-tracked and hungry
Like a hovering snail kite.
I notice his irises dilate in
As they recede beyond a pelvic horizon,
And wonder why we scientists would give name
To the eye’s empty space.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 17 years agofun piece with some imaginative imagery, loved the lines
'My man is a plucked bird,
Naked with little hairs,
Singing to me'
that made me smile
keep up the good work
duddle146over 17 years agoHere's a girl who stays alert during sex ~ and observes everything taking place within sight or hearing.
LeBrozover 17 years agoSounds like you're having fun but the description of the man ~ ugh ~ sounds so unappetizing.
Amyfriendover 17 years agoafter his lips go traveling on a southbound freeway,
which makes her wonder about his eyes..Well done.
