The following is rated "R" for
adult situations and erotic content.
a poem by FrolloFreak®
coming at me in sections
slim white thighs slipping from under
black velvet and purple silk
my passion
my love
what is it about you
that inflames me so
so much that I must hide away
in darkened places just to satisfy
my unleashed lust
Honey, making love alone is no fun
the everyday things are the most potent
watching you smile wickedly
as you interrogate
investigate
intimidate
they say power is aphrodisiac
the way you wield that power
with glee
and abandon
like your masculinity
the way your eyes
twinkle at an offcolor joke
how the mouth curves
upwards
revealing teeth so perfect so white...
it's more than physical
but those hands
that voice
a deadly explosive combination
guaranteed to send me
into
shiverin' fits
boiling within my loins
i quiver at the sound
of your voice
that deep dark
molten liquid fire
pouring from thin pink lips
spewing forth pyroclastic waves
that scorch my soul
i tremble with delight at the sound
of approaching footsteps
long determined strides announcing
your presence
your passion
from miles away
i feel the swelling
of man-love
that proud ivory shaft of lust
uncoiling its way
toward my woman's depths
with deadly efficiency
soon i am covered
with slender alabaster
long graceful fingers
exploring
pleasing
seeking
teasing
then you enter me
boring through me
hard surging manhood
throbs
strokes
dances inside my walls
the dance of love
no man
has brought me to climax
over and over and...
our love
our passion
spans the centuries
let it never fade...
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