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Erotic Death
by Karl WaldbauerIn the morning mist
when night dissipates until the next evening,
I sit thinking of our magic.
My hard stiff cock has filled you with everything a man can give.
You have my life,
my love,
my whiskered kisses on your softest skin,
your secret clefts.
Drawn to your eyes,
to your heart,
to the rosebud that entices me to enter your soul,
I am a strong man left powerless in the heat of your ardor.
I burn again and again
trying to escape my orbit around your sun.
A wiser death would be to circle close
and perish in your flame
than to freeze in the warm embrace of another stranger.
05/13/2004
Posted on 05/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 Karl Waldbauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 05/13/04 at 09:14 AM "A wiser death would be to circle close
and perish in your flame
than to freeze in the warm embrace of another stranger" I'm in awe! Amazing read!
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| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/13/04 at 02:21 PM and so it goes that the man found his perfect man... and life is good... very vivid, very desriptive piece, karl... it draws you in and makes it's point... bravo... blessings :) |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 05/18/04 at 04:49 AM to the rosebud that entices me to enter your soul,
I am a strong man left powerless in the heat of your ardor.....penetrating, stunning, beautiful......A wiser death would be to circle close
and perish in your flame
than to freeze in the warm embrace of another stranger....choosing the pain of love over the emptiness of anonymous company.....gut wrenching, mature, soulful, rich! |
| Posted by Jared Winkler on 03/08/05 at 09:40 AM A great title, and a wonderful read... Thank you |
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