17: The Grit of Salt + Sand Erotically Wasted

As we drove up the coast in his old corvette.

Any words passing his lips were lost to my ears.

Mattered not to me, as my mind was already lost in it’s own dream state.

Saturated in the juice of this very moment.

His hand found my thigh,

Steady traveling north to wade his fingers in my tidal pool...



Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.



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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea


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