Erik & Violet - A poem

By Scarlett Doucereaux �

I know a man named Erik,
He writes to me, such erotic poems.
His words make me tingle
With each dirty little thought.


He calls me Miss Violet,
We will never touch
Just dream of touching
Each other oh so very intimately.


Such dirty minds we have
Such a thrill it gives
To write these lines knowing Erik will read
Each word, and become more aroused.


He will sit in his office
His suit so uncomfortable
The day dragging by
Waiting for Violet�s next reply


Violet writes these words with just such intent
A virtual vixen
Liking the feeling she feels
Waiting for Erik to reply


To send me his next thought
Of what he wants to do to me
Where and when and exactly how
Each sex act would be performed.


I read his words
Each one arousing
Making me just as hot and uncomfortable as he
Wanting more, so much more, that can never be.