Love Is A Strange Affair : Erotic Poetry

Love Is A Strange Affair

It’s chocolate sauce

It’s underwear

It’s chains and whips

It’s a love affair

It’s surfing the wave

Through blades of grass

It’s skiing on snow

With a thong up your ass

It’s howling at the moon

In the middle of the day

It’s going to work

So you can play

It’s gastric bypass

Or a booty with a shelf

It’s performing a game

All by yourself

It’s lollipops

It’s shotguns

Love has a season

For everyone

It’s sitting in church

Then beating your wife

It’s being so blissful

You take your own life

It’s cuffs and crops

And whipping cream

Executing brain surgery

During an erotic dream

It’s silicone, and Botox

Vibrators, and Encyte

Napping while the kids play

So you can party every night

It’s dressing in drag

And worshiping feet

It’s being pissed on

Or a cyber sex treat

It’s gay rights

And partners that swing

Love has a flavor

For anything

Love makes no sense

And takes all five

It will swallow you whole

And choke you alive.

Sherrie Ball