March 31, 2010

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Sweet scent of sex and the smell of fear
a muffled cry no one can hear
Rolling waves of desire beckoning
for the flesh to be tortured without reckoning

With each stroke more of her demons are slain
and her salty tears cool a steaming brain
Flooding a heart that beats hard and fast
filled with the hope that love and passion will last

-Claudia Varrin, "She." Erotic Surrender

1 comment:

  1. This is a beautiful poem that takes me into the moment. I am with you, across his knee, hoping, wishing, pleading to be free. A steaming brain, a flooding heart, demons slain, and an upturned tart.


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