Erotic Poetry

I’m gonna be magic,

And you —

You’re just gonna fucking watch.




*** Whoa Nelly! Are we on our high-horse this chilled morn? ***

*** Should I be on a low-horse? Also… sometimes I don’t want hands and words. Just eyes and a gaping mouth with no-words escaping on the drool. ***

*** Sometimes modesty feels inauthentic. ***