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Topic: As His Icy Hands Touched Me I Felt A Surge Of Warmth
by J. P. DaviesAs his icy hands touched me
I felt a surge of warmth
I carressed him with my knuckles
I threw him down and leaped upon him
his hands were a blur as they explored
all of my vulnerable parts
I matched him stroke for stroke
as my teeth grazed his shoulder
and my feet clawed at his ribcage
he went flacid underneath my constant thrusts
I left him in a bloody pool
in this hazy alley...
lesson one:
"Don't Pick Fights With Football Playing Musicians
Who Write Poetry"
12/03/2003 Author's Note: Thanks to Trisha De Gracia for this topic...a challenge to say the least...
Posted on 12/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 12/04/03 at 01:30 AM Ah yes, way to put an erotic twist on the poem. Seeing as you're (to my knowledge) a straight male, this is rather impresseive. The end note is funny, but it seems like it should be in the authors note. anywasy, great write ;) |
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