Erotic Poetry
"Camila" an erotic poem by Alice Shindelar
Sarah's Circus by Spiral Studios
She laughs like thunderclaps
and dances like hot mercury,
a hip drip slow poison that slides over your skin.
I can't take her high strung highway.
I am not allowed her dew petal lips
parted over my sleeping chest.
Her muscles, taut with the weight of me,
are not mine.
I can't have her background chatter.
The husky lilt beneath her no shit sherlock voice is not mine.
Her wanderer's long and short strokes are not mine.
Her quick to unclothe and slow to re-robe are not mine.
As much as I might will it, her wide spread,
salutary thighs are not mine.
I use her openly.
To the beckon of my two fingers she comes to me on all fours,
slow wound round my wrist and lit loose
like bottle rockets to spit hot fury
all down my palm.
Copyright August 23, 2011
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