You anklets,
play their melodies inside;
you know not;
how my eyes burn in lust
over those folds
bending lines on your waist
.
The chain on your waist;
I run my fingers over
you know not;
how the urges in me buried within;
rages about those hips
swinging to and fro.
.
I shall not speak of love;
lust has engulfed it's misery
I could watch your sweat
make its way;
all the way down the neck
flow down your waist;
consumed on my toungue.
.
Endured enough, have I?
but I shall let you dance
and keep dancing
tormenting the seed inside me
in it's desire to be planted inside yours.
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UNRAVEL | Erotic Poetry
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