Autoerotic Asphyxiation

by poae, Nov 8, 2006, 12:29:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Free Verse

curvature of your body makes my eyes flutter
sheen and slick with sweat and sex and skin
your hands on my neck, fingers that bite
and take my shallow breath
you whisper
for me, for me, for me
and pull me down pull me in
pull me down pull me in

you take my breath away

Autoerotic Asphyxiation by poae

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... this says it all so very simply...

Jade-Pandora Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2006

How this excites me, for one to write about this subject so knowingly, and reminding me immediately of my own homage to the same! [link]

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poubs Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2006

Thank you for this real writing

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SRSmith Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2006 Writer

'... this says it all so very simply...'
Indeed.

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Dancing-Naked Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2006 General Artist

It does

Wonderful work

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