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Click hereWhile you were unzipping in slow motion I thought about things. I was too curious not to slip a hand in. I'd seen it. I blushed the first time I saw. When I touched it was like soft alligator hide or the pelt of a tropical sea squirrel. I felt you rise and heard you beg. I didn't think I could do it. Each time felt like an achievement. I fell when you touched my hair. Those hands blocks of sculpted meat or a robot surgeon's claws but when mid-caress of my curves they were like wringing the fountain of youth out of a hand towel and into one's mouth. You slipped fat fingers round my ivy tendrils and slid through without a snag or tear. Never has anyone been so gentle. So cruel like satin and crush velvet.
I think this is really superb. I am not sure how it escaped from the Erotic Poetry hub and made its way here. Probably got thrown out for being too savage, frightening the other poems and for actually being erotic.
I think you have got the balance right on this one between rational and irrational so that the powerful phrases are made more powerful and play off each other and the insane obscurity is deeply attractive rather than causing one to lose the plot and hence interest. I think I may be beginning to lose myself – but I guess you know what I mean.