erotically speaking

Erotically speaking
I saw you watching my hands

Erotically speaking
I became aware
of your x-ray vision
and that you could
see through black satin
and know that my nipples
were two shades lighter
than my lips

Erotically speaking
when you are near me
and I breathe
I want to taste your sap

Erotically speaking
I don't know if I should be writing this

Erotically speaking
I saw the darker color of your ankles
and I felt Mars shooting an arrow of lust
into my nucleus

Erotically speaking
I want you to swim in my river
until the rain comes down on us

note: this is one of the poems from "soulmates"


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