Erotic Cinquains
by
Dani Benjamin
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Dark eyes
Travel soft curves
Buzzing over petals
Drinking the essence of my soul
Like bees
Flannel
His old plaid shirt
Victoria�s Secret
Cannot compare to a shirt that�s
Flesh-warmed.
Male growls
The sound echoes
Over hills and valleys
Resonating through female flesh
Music
Power
Carefully used
Subtly, in ways unseen
Dominion is wielded over
My soul.
We love
Like eagles mate
Colliding in mid air
Spiraling to the earth, entwined
As one.
Let me
Be the vessel
To hold your sacred gift
Worshipping in supplication
Your cock.
Cowboy
Denim-encased
I silently give thanks
To the person who invented
Wranglers
Enclose
Me in your strength
Remove my defenses
All my vulnerability
Is yours.
Cowboy
Strong hands grip ropes
Muscled thighs grip tightly
Controlling the beast beneath you
Ride me.
Gadgets
Mechanical
Toys that buzz and vibrate
Impersonal love. I prefer
Hand made.
Penis
Penetrate me
Push into my wetness
Plumb the very depths of my core
Probe me.
Inside
Within my walls
You stroke and strum my soul
Creating intimate music
I sing
Voodoo
Furtive whispers
Beguiling temptations
Luring me into your darkness
Magic
Joy ride
Reckless and free
Wind in your hair, eyes shut
You drive relentlessly between
My thighs.
Orbit
You pull me in
Drawing me into your
Centrifugal force, to revolve
�Round you.
Mercy
Is what I beg
But it�s not what I need
Show me none. Make me the cream of
Your crop.
Quasi
Almost, not quite
That�s how you operate
Even the way you make love is
Half-assed.
Stillness
In that moment
Right after we love
When I have to remind myself
To breathe.
Travel
My body with
Your fingers. Follow with
Your mouth. Discover my secrets
Explore.
Taxi
Take me away
From this wild temptation
Once more you call your wife, I call
A cab.
Undone
The perfect image
I present to the world
Is shattered and forgotten by
One touch.
Wash day
Can be a drag
Unless you know the thrill
Of sitting on top while it spins
Laundry
Yielding
I bend to you
Like clay under your touch
I am molded to your desires
Make me.
This trio together formed a longer piece
No way
Not me, not that
Silky ties tease my skin
Well, maybe just a little kink
This once

Open
Under your eyes
Restrained, wrists to ankles
Vulnerable, like a rose bud
I bloom.

Rising
To meet your strokes
I writhe within my bonds
Anchored to the earth, you teach me
To fly.
What are Cinquains?
Copyright, Dani Benjamin 2003. All rights reserved.
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