Erotic Poetry

Poem: Touching my Butt

Your greedy eyes drink my butt curving these pajama pants
like it is new,
Like I haven’t been doing squats every day,
leg lifts and difficult warriors for twenty reps
to build up my booty.

Your heavy touch rounds my rump
with gleeful delight, savoring every flexing
mound like the first time you touched tits
at 1:00am after crossing down on foot.

I’m brushing my teeth and scowling
with a wordless growl you ignore.
But for you, it was like the grocery store impulse buy aisle
and you’re gone to our room reading your phone
in seconds.

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