Erotic Poetry

The Last Dance

Erotic poetry

You wake
in empty romantic ache
lead me to moonlight
under ageless silver birches
whose…

Content to Just Be

Ours
not lives of predictable straight lines
of precise Euclidian grids in uniform geometry
from where we stand
from where we…

Those Midnight Cries

For a minute . . . , just listen
to my voice, to my breath to
my heart
that hitch, that one
right there.

Do You Dare Imagine?

I visualize
you are finally alone reading these words
In my mind you wear red satin
slip into bed, glad for the rare time…

A Lover’s Pact, Part 3 — The Poem

Light comes slowly at high elevation.

Moaning Mornings

Is there a sound
so honest with emotions laid bare
as sweet as your morning moanings
passion’s music that splits the air