Love poems and erotic poems, where goes the line
between one and the other? Left unsaid is the former
intended to lead to more than chaste kisses on
the cheek and to holding of trembling hands,
into opening of shy gates and making of path
that leads from fumbling to hungering kisses
to the mouth, sending hands wandering between
thighs, so when does the romantic longing become
erotic and the love poem cross into erotic? When
the mind of the reader craves that wandering hand
on their tingling skin insead of that quick kiss
given to a cheek that expected no more.
22.07.-11.09.2024
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