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THE CURE erotic poetry by Elspeth Greenfield

Let me not partake of Cake, bread or pudding, To assuage my hunger, Let me thrive on vitamin L Thats L for love or lust Let me not eat tenderloin But let me bask in the idolatry From a tender hunk of flesh Let my skin be plumped and pretty From pulsing and grinding Into the dark hours Let me feed on ecstacy and passion Let my ripe fruitiness Give succour to the Greedy devouring insect Let my glazed eyes mirror The dew-like sweat On my lovers face Like droplets on roses In the morning sun. Let me be satiated by fire and steam And let me drink in The heady martini of Libidinous desire So that I am limp and malleable Yielding, succumbing Satisfied.

Elspeth Greenfield, July 28th 2012.

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