Three Trades
Exchange
Bite you as I come
teeth and cock both sunk
pour in and drink out
an even exchange
your red for my white.
Writing Implements of Love
We each bought a rose,
the thorns of which to
scratch our initials
upon the other.
Inhale
When we’re kissing
lips pressed tight
and I fuck hard, sharp
pushing breath from your mouth to mine
that’s when I inhale.
Love love love the thorns one.
These are superb erotic poems. My favorite remains the third. The lines: “I fuck hard, sharp pushing breath from your mouth to mine” are easily among the most erotic I’ve ever read.
The first is also perfect.
Oh God… ‘Exchange’ has made me squirm.
Exquisite.
Thanks all. These little things don’t leave much for ‘discussion’, I suppose. But I’m really glad they speak some.
Writing Implements of Love. So very romantic.