Best Erotic Poetry
You taste like holy water flowing from a river
and I hate to tell you it burns my lips.
Your knotted brown legs are stiff and course
with little brown hairs that burn my hands
when I get excited and rub too fast.
Gasp for me, I think.
Gasp and shake.
But you don't.
You just stand there
and I pray to you
hands upon skin
clasped so tight
lips searching for your
salvation.
And with one blessing,
"Oh God"
I am baptized.
Originally published September 2006 - "Divine"