I went to an erotic poetry reading at a beach house in Mexico. Bongos, Margaritas, sunset, and a view that made me drunk with awe. I brought an old poem to read and then wrote this one while looking out at the sea.(I should comment that I�m not a big poetry guy. I�m sure it�s a fine medium, but I�m much more drawn to prose.)
Sticky-sweet
Saliva-soaked
Sin-celebrated
Soul.
Black as coal
But pure as snow.
She traverses the
Slut/virgin ravine
Like some tightrope-walking
Erotic dream.
She placed the blindfold on my eyes.
Tingling thighs
And slipped-out sighs
Are all she will have heard
Long forgotten safety word
Blurred between sheets of care.
But I wouldn�t dare
Break this spell .
I�d never tell
My mistress to release me.
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