Erotica 1Ghosts of memory Brush the edges of my mind Teasing fantasies,Erotica 1
like sand, Slip sliding slowly through wanting fingers, Leaving only graceless pleas and Desperate promises in their wake.
The thrum of your voice
Like honey-coated poison
ensnares my senses, Words with such calculated eloquence That even Shakespeare would bite his lip
And writhe in bitter envy.
Through the beguiling haze of words Fingers along my skin Like the soft promises of a coquette,
Provocative and tempting. The barest whisper of a touch Coaxes my b
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