Erotic Poetry

Poem: What you find in bed

i’m finding love in all ten fingers of your touch,
finding peace in the cooling calm of your breath
finding warmth from the simple silence you moan so close
i can feel my hairs dancing from your action.

push down the nude pajama pants minding the
loose waist over my hips, hips wide with running,
and ignore the catching scratch of your callouses

on my fair, ignored tan, skin.

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