4 Freedoms Erotica

by Eve Dancin

I could sit and let the hours roll by

with one hundred and one day dreams of you,

of our huge cream bed,

and the laughter rolled up and creased between sheets

of soft tender touches

and urgent lips.

Of you in a towelling robe

falling apart as you sit

and I on my knees

before you.

You know what women like

and the thought excites me

only thats not enough,

and it has to thump its way round my body

like a bloody great big brass band,

till my mouth is dry and my lips are dripping

honey sweet thoughts of you.