In upright, proud posture I stand tall
I hear her open the door then feel clear air
As her fingers grasp me firmly, she wants my all.
The electricity surges from her touch, given with care.
Gently she pushes, rocking me back and forth,
I suck in harder as the air rushes in.
The longing builds inside me with each swath
As I move in all directions, my head in a spin.
The energy hums from deep inside my core,
Her hand engaging my attention, relieving my stress.
The silence as I rest, fulfilled once more.
The vacuum cleaning done, her carpets clean and fresh.
© The Erotic Poet 2008, all rights reserved.
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