erotic writing, erotica, poetry

Dirty Little Angel

Soft, repeated bursts

Of thunder,

Cutting through

The affliction

Of self

A pulsing in our bodies

Like fever

You answer

With a wavering trebly cry

Each thrust inside you

Is an affirmation.

I want to mark you

Have you feel me

Splash against

Your skin.

Creamy, gelid ropes

Of my love.

There is so much

Love within me

That I

Could

Drown

You

My

Dirty

Little

Angel.

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