Erotic Poetry
"Handling a Snake" an erotic poem by Min Murphy
let the wood of my skin meet the steel of your flesh
her breath in my ear reaching, pulling my spine
and you below, pulling into me like a lover's grasp
like a lover's gasp is pulled from between ribs
and handless legs with rootless fingers
warm the cool, cool scales of that tenuous coil
while drums and voice awaken its running blood
Originally published August 2010