Persistence of Sexual Desire (a poem)
but these bodies persist,
Or is it their minds,
that move move them so?
With insistent work and play,
They flay desire
to make it work.
But it cries out
Moderation is on vacation,
and they take this pleasure cruise alone.
To the great ship, Desire.
their bodies and minds are bound.
We watch from a distance
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Did someone dye my hair black?
She’s my twin in the smile department.
And him….that body…the way he is smelling her hair…
Happy sex is my favorite kind!
(Source: adirtyfantasy, via eroticpoems)