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      November 11, 2024Six Senryu for EroticaSharon Ferrante

       
       
       
      my lover’s scent in the morning a wolf howls
       
       
       
      on his lap
      the bump and grind
      of the old truck
       
       
       
      romping
      on cut grass
      our green knees
       
       
       
      lobster dinner
      he licks the butter
      from my chin
       
       
       
      role-playing on the old piano
       
       
       
      a hard night
      I let him melt
      in my mouth

      from #85 – Musicians

      Sharon Ferrante

      “I write poetry because the poem tells me to. It’s like a door I run through in the night: it’s always open, filled with chatter.”