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Here on the upper thigh Thank you for signing up! And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles.

Poems with sensory detail so rich that I feel embodied in the poem itself also make a strong case for eroticism.

Never stop loving me, baby.

They navigation rounded hips with familiar fascination.

If you have the money, I have the time, and that is all I have I say much to my regret.

You, my baby Fun and pretty Are much more than seasons And reasons.

You can do it quite easy If you have any strength in your thumb.

Can you help me out? This is the one that had me fanning myself.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.