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