Erotic Poetry

Poem: Dreaming

I’m staring at butts on television longer than I should,
smiling with a finger on my nipple, on my center,
teasing out joy from the actor’s sculpted sex
like he was made for TV.

You’re staring too at the gyrating skin.
The ripples I’m enjoying are in your blind spot
filled by tits and ass so tight and tense
I’m flicking glances too.

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