After restless solitary sleep
spots tender to the touch
under your fingertips
upon waking.

In morning light
faint discolorations on skin
in your mirror’s reflection
dimpled impressions of teeth.

Underside of breast
Inner thigh

Don’t worry.

It was only me.

Categories: Erotica, Monocle, PoetryTags: , ,


I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse. One third of The Erotic Writer blog.


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