(an old piece of erotica!)
We should love!
My mind approves and
blood courses in anticipation
swelling my penis until it stands
throbbing, a fountain of yielding iron,
a pipe that gushes creamy hot babies
into the incubating cup of your vagina!
Am I bold to say this to you?
Is it wrong to proclaim my desire?
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- SalsaBilly
- A writer and poet on a spiritual journey seeking world peace and understanding. I am thoroughly and passionately in love with Beverly, my wife of 35 plus years. Always looking for a good poem, song, piece of prose or picture.
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While much of my poetry is personal and autobiographical at its core, any persons represented in my writing should not be construed as applying to a specific person, character or individual. Everything is an amalgam of real people I have encountered, my opinions, my imagination, and almost always the cobbling together of a variety of personalities met in my travels. Don't be vain. Unless I specifically say so, this poem isn't about you! If you see yourself in it, let's hope you are gaining insight.
While much of my poetry is personal and autobiographical at its core, any persons represented in my writing should not be construed as applying to a specific person, character or individual. Everything is an amalgam of real people I have encountered, my opinions, my imagination, and almost always the cobbling together of a variety of personalities met in my travels. Don't be vain. Unless I specifically say so, this poem isn't about you! If you see yourself in it, let's hope you are gaining insight.
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