Mimi-Mona's Erotic Poetry: DIRTY

©Dirty

Mimi Wolske

Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™

July 2014 - All Rights Reserved

You make me love being dirty

not just words or deeds —

well, yes, I want those, too —

But I want to be the dirty

you want to go out and spend

every day with, the dirty

you want to plant life into

and watch it grow, the dirty

that gets under your nails

and you don't want to wash out

Because it defines who you are

and what I mean to you

It announces proudly that you

were with me and I filled

your days from the soles of

your feet to the sweat on your brow

It's the way poets express it with words

knowing you will feel what they say

It's the way an artist paints so

that lump in your throat

becomes a gasp of awe

The way a musician holds those notes

until his breath becomes so

weak the note fades away

but you're still clinging to it

It's the way a dancer performs

and you become the beat of each leap

It's the way all of them

create beauty that haunts

your thoughts until you

are driven back to me

You know me so well, well enough

to know I'm not just saying

I'll be here for you

I will be here and I will be

what you want to caress

and fondle and bathe

with love, what you want to eat

sun up, sun down, and midnight snack

I will be here for you

when you work so hard

to help me produce everything

your knees can't stay

bent a moment longer

your hands cannot find

purchase with me

and your back begins

to ache from being

arched forward in

hours of expressed love

Let me kiss you —

I want to kiss your toes

your knees and your fingertips

I want to kiss away

the pain in your back

so you'll understand

I mean it when I say

I'll be here for you —

dirty as the first time

your toys plowed into me —

dirty as the first time

your eyes craved my fruits —

dirty as the first time

you tossed away the toys

and got on your

hands and knees and

molded me the way of

your heart's desire

and later, the way you

nibbled at my fruits

like ant with a purpose

wanting the best

I had to offer

selfishly wanting all

I had to give

Standing over me

dominating

in control

and I submit willingly

to the owner of

all I have to give

of all I am

Still, believe me,

I am here for you.

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