Dashing, handsome, his blue eyes hypnotic,
The uniform strangely erotic.
“Alright, you big brute,
Yes, I’ll give you a root.
Well, to not would seem unpatriotic!”
Tag: erotic
Vanilla
Sex became, after time, just robotic,
Dull, humdrum, not vaguely erotic.
He seemed not too care.
How she longed … did she dare …
To do something outrageous, exotic!
Brides of Christ
Sister Frances, while at her devotions,
Was prone to erotic emotions;
How painfully odd,
Being married to God!
One of many strange Catholic notions!
Casting the first stone
An erotic aesthete, scholar, purist?
Or sleazy, sick, sexual tourist?
Pornography? Art?
Was he even that smart?
Questions best left to mull by the jurist.
Sore and sorry
He was handsome, his gaze was hypnotic,
His movements, his words so erotic,
She gave in, of course,
Later on, with remorse,
Taking doses of antibiotic.
Sex doll
Although pretty, the girl was neurotic;
No sense of fun, nor the erotic.
She’d fuck on request,
Poker-faced, but, at best,
Lie stock-still, or act sort of robotic.
The erotic
The erotic may vary from verbal
To drugs, aphrodisiacs (herbal,
Rhinoceros horn),
Certain, more refined porn,
And to creatures (the snake and the gerbil.)
When the clap was just the clap
Quite obsessed about all things erotic,
Her life became rather chaotic.
Diseases she caught
Hardly gave pause for thought,
Just the odd dose of antibiotic.
A time of strictness
In erotic Victorian fiction,
The popular style of depiction
Of women amused…
Lasses being abused…
In tight corsets, or other restriction.
Incitement
In response to her flirty incitement,
His state of erotic excitement
Quite fogged his young mind,
And so rendered him blind,
He knew not what her shocked shade of white meant.