I won’t touch you
Won’t sit in a dark room
Watching actors
We
Hold each other
Won’t feel your head on my shoulder
Won’t feel the pounding music bleed away
Straining for your words
Fingers trace across your skin
Kisses to lips
Forehead
Cradle your hand in mine
Kiss your palm
The uninhibited laugh at some phrase that buoys me up for days
All this
Lack
Builds
Heartbeat of need
Wells up
Breaks surface
I wear it naked in my gaze
That lingers too long on the pale sweep of your neck
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Pelgris 
Now THAT is erotic! VERY!
I think that’s what I like about what we were talking about earlier. Control and … what isn’t as much as what is.
Very well done. A beautiful piece of work
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To me, eroticism is always about sensuality. The physical is always a expression of emotions. Plain sex is merely a avenue In a city of passion. There is… Must be, in fact, so much more. Passion must inflame the soul
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