EROTICA READING ROOM

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ANTICIPATION
 
My heart stops each time the phone rings.
The catch in my breathing chokes
as I wait to hear your name identified out loud.
 
We’ve spoken and spat of our secret.
Proclaiming acknowledgement
of our lust’s initial shared understanding.
Me insistent. You half-hearted.
 
Your insecure threats hang over me.
Their preponderance
as if a guillotine blade
poised to be loosed,
waiting to cleave the momentary pause
between bouts of anticipation of you
and the guilt of a characterless vow
made to my spouse.
 
Revelation doggedly shadows
our movements in public.
Darting clandestinely, wondering,
if the entity which is us
will accidentally be exposed
by friends or acquaintances
from my other life.
 
You torture by innuendo
when we are apart
and tantalize with orifices
as we copulate.
  
You don’t own me,
I proceed willingly
into the slavery
of your sexual proclivities
 
and yet
 
aware we have no future
our abuses continue.
 
 
Branch Isole © 2007

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SEX SELLS
 
Decked out,
dressed to the nines
Now, no longer confined
 
In a past perceived
as a living hell
Now to discover
if sex really sells
 
Time to penetrate
the bond tightly bound
between these three
Time to find out single handedly
where fun and fame and fortune be found
 
Peahen parading
pretentious prance
Questing a colorful
preening new mate
with whom to dance
Not at heaven’s Pearly
but at gold’s gilded gates
 
Head held high
Back is straight
Bust protrudes suggestively
Flag is up
Game of coy is on
Goal to become
a local celebrity
 
 It’s about the money,
then the fun
Becoming known
as number one
Learn to put aside
the guilt, the shame
It’s all for money’s
salacious ride
on the coat-tails of
new found fame
 

Attention disorder
was her plea
“All attention
must be on me”
Not a true ‘gold digger’
as one might say
But the notches on her bed posts
did convey
the fun, fame and fortune
she craved
 
Branch Isole © 2007

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BLANCA

Enlightenment came
as to the power of
‘free sample’ marketing
the first time
he was with Blanca

A working professional
at the Four Roses in old Juarez
he’d heard rumors, tales
of this establishments’ ladies and girls
satisfying customers with their skills
giving head

Having passed inspection
for drips or sores
He took her hand
walking through her bedroom door
but before negotiations
for services began
she was on her knees
rubbing, licking
his prick to tease

Nibbling oh so lightly
Winking oh so slightly
with balls in one palm cupped
as his cock started to respond
becoming erect
gently and swiftly
she zipped him back up

He standing, staring
perplexed, speechless
She smiled with pursed lips
open negligee showing bare breasts

She said her talents
for his enjoyment
would be much more than ample
as he would no doubt see
from the previously received
‘free sample’.


Branch Isole © 2008
From the book, Orgy Of Words

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GOLDEN TRIANGLE

“While you’re down there”
her sultry voice cooed,
an octave above a whisper

Bent on one knee
to lace his shoe
He stopped himself
from rushing his gaze
up to her face

She had closed
the small distance
between them
and was now standing
hands on hips

Slowly raising his eyes
letting the catch in his sigh slip
he scanned her Lycra clad body
wondering if she noticed
the beads of sweat
which had appeared on
his upper lip

Close enough now
for him to spy
a worn frayed spot
slightly above and left of center
on her right thigh

His eyes automatically drawn
to her pubic region
he noticed
small stains of dampness
Was it her workout?
his emotions asked,
or evidence of her vixen vampness

Dazed, his thoughts traveled afar
as he mentally stumbled
over questions his mind
continued to tumble
‘How long had it been there?’
‘What was its cause?’
‘Had I contributed
to its presence?’

Shuffling quickly
through possibilities
donning his mental shelf
“I can only hope”
he told himself

Hearing the cough
coupled with a soft
“Well?”
trailing off
His senses snapped back
to the silky pasture of skin
he knew lay below
that fabric so thin

Stretching across
her golden triangle
hidden, from every stranger
this area of temptation
pleasure and danger
“Well?” she queried easily once more
“yes” he replied with a rakish grin.


Branch Isole © 2008
From the book, Orgy Of Words