Brotherly love

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Brother has discovered
your fascination
with mother’s underclothes
Now he wants to play house

Late at night
You, dressed to thrill
he slithers into your room
And into your mouth

No, you think as he sinks deeper
Yes, he moans
Hormones rule
You acquiesce

Your mouth sucks
Your stomach churns
Cum clothes your face
Conscience burns

He slips away
You shed lust's garments
Now left alone
Dressed in shame and guilt

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
PERCHANCE TO SLEEP AND DREAM

for an encore. TK U MLJ LV NV

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Well done on....

...a tricky subject. (looks around for a rant from anonymous)

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
well written

But I question this being placed under Erotic. Even though it has mature subject matter, I still see it as non erotic, without any real pleasure. This is painful poem handled very well.

tarablackwood22tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago
A scary...

...taboo, handled with the pen of a poet whose control is growing by the day. Each piece of yours I read grows sharper, cleaner of line and word. This poet's voice is growing...expanding quickly!

Maria2394Maria2394almost 20 years ago
if my brother

had EVER come into MY room like that, I would have been the only one leaving alive!! but the last lines say so very much...dressed in guilt and shame. yeah, I have worn those clinging tacky garments before, it sucks..thanks for this poem :)