Erotica
They lined up single file
to uncover a temple of lust.
A hapless rough
she turned the crepe
to please them
with embraces
and the pleasure well
between her thighs.
Undressed and sweating
from gyrations,
the floor became sticky.
The atmosphere pungent,
as each one took turn
to pick her like a lute.
The world ended
when her love juice erupted
poem by Buxton Shippy
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