When I came close
and climbed on top of you;
when I pressed myself deeply
into you, our lips, almost touching…
your face held the same expression
of an infant as he saw the lowering
of a milk bottle. Hunger; excitement;
and also fear, as if the hand that held
the bottle would suddenly disappear.Â
That was the moment I saw
you, at your most beautiful,
lying beneath me, soft eyes
under the moonlight. A soul
who surrenders himself
to be satiated by another
is so easy and impossible to hurt.
SW Altair 
very good
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Thank you!
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Those who aren’t sure what the difference between erotic romance and porn is should read poetry like yours. Unlike the crude animalistic waffle that satisfies some people, this is art.
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Wow thank you!! ðŸ¤
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“A soul who surrenders himself to be satiated by another is so easy and impossible to hurt.” – Wow! that was a brilliant line! Such vulnerability is a rare flower!
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Thanks! It was one of my favorite lines to write too.
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