Erotic Poetry

Whispering Memories
by Stasya T. Canine

I listen to the whispers
Of the silence of the wind.
They speak to me of calmness
And love that has been.

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Bright stars on the tapestry
Of the inky darkness of night
Light the dancing fires
Of our consummated love.

Rough blankets carelessly
Caress the sweaty flesh
Recently made flush
By the pounding of our blood.

Moments ago, the frozen time
That always moves with us
Fluttered in our minds
As we traveled without moving.

Pubes slammed together
As our hearts filled our chests
With a hammered counterpoint
That sang of our lust.

Clothing carelessly discarded
As laughter filled the silence
Made by gentle breezes
As they carried our love to each other.

A future with no past,
We traveled together
As agreement was reached
About lives that had been.

Wandering, drifting.
Destination with no journey.
Bodies in motion
While traveling nowhere.