Erotica & Admissions

by Ron Androla

You are Emily, the lovely Emily,
Erie newscaster, soft-light
Emily.  Emily’s nipples taste
Like buttery sandalwood
Smoke woven into flesh.
Edible butterflies pulse
Under naive breasts.
You are Emily, syrupy,
A thousand spices.  Emily moans.
Wet pleasure under black sheets.
Down here I know Emily is
Smiling & flushed.  I love
Emily.  You do, too.  Emily
Cums like splattering water across
Erie’s gray paper smudged pencil sky