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Published:
2023-06-09
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2023-06-09
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Two Silhouettes: A Series of Erotic Poems

Summary:

So, I had this notion I was going to write a whole book of erotic Saffi poetry and life just doesn't seem to want to let me do it, so I'm posting the pieces I have here for everybody's reading enjoyment. As the rating implies, it's very steamy, and leans into the generally accepted fanon belief that they have a very specific kind of sexual dynamic. These mostly explore how they get there. Enjoy :)

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Chapter 1: Two Silhouettes: A Beginning

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I still remember how it took you half an hour
Staring at the giant moon 
Big as both of us together 
To finally slide your arms around my waist. 
We were two silhouettes, trying to get closer.

We were far from everything. 
I could hear your pounding heart
The tightness in your breathing,
The shifting of your weight from foot to foot
In the crunching pebbles. 
I knew you wanted. 
I wanted too. Maybe even more than you.

You, ever conscious of my wounds,
Would never push for more than I could give. 
It was precisely why I wanted you. 

The breezes off the lake chilled my fingertips,
My ears, my nose, 
But you were warm behind me.
You trembled, not with cold, but with restraint.

I was never good at asking, not for that,
I never learned to speak that language
The way that people do.
So I took your hand, and placed it on my breast. 

You gasped.
You understood.
Your firm caresses told me I had chosen right. 
Your fingers teased and tugged the nipple till I whimpered
Till you whispered Good girl. 

The way the heat flared in my chest,
Between my legs.
The way my breath caught in my throat
Surprised me.
I hadn’t known I wanted to hear those words
Until you said them. 

Do you want more? you asked.
And I think I said please,
I just recall the cool night air on my stomach
As you slipped beneath my shirt. 
As you tormented the stiff, pink bud
And whispered in my ear.

I don’t recall the words, only the sound,
The way your voice broke 
just a little around the edges.

I didn’t need to tell you after that. 

You flicked my trousers open and 
Slid your hand inside 
Do you want this? 
Both teasing and seeking confirmation.

Please , I said. 
Do you want this? 
Now just teasing.
Do you want this? 
Now torture. 

How quickly you understood 
That I needed you to take it.
How you delved into my warmth
Where, wet as spring, I waited for you,
Dying to bloom at your touch. 

My trousers halfway down,
I didn’t even feel the cold,
Just your hands, 
Confident and sure,
Firm but gentle,
Stroking like I needed but couldn’t ask for. 

Your fingertips dancing against my clit
Like the light of the enormous moon on the water. 
We were just two silhouettes
Trying to get closer.

Good girl
Say it again 
Good girl
Say it again 
Good girl
Until I became 
All floods and earthquakes in your hands.

You understood. You knew.
You would never ask for more than I could give.
It was exactly why I wanted you.