Fingers fondle 

private places

in familiar fashion.


Excitement builds,

sometimes slowly,

sometimes swiftly.


Every time 

it's a new experience.


No two are the same

making every occurence

like the first time.


Arousal rises

until it 

reaches its peak.


And in that instant

nothing but

the pleasure is felt.


Our worries, hang-ups

subside if only

for a few seconds.


We forget everything

that clouds our mind.


I live for those 

brief moments.


If only they lasted longer.

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Your ability to write an

Your ability to write an erotic poem is just as refined, just as dignified, as your other poems.  I do not mean to imply anything unchaste when I admit that I like this one very much.


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