your
breath,
hot and heavy,
haloes my ear canal.
your
hot
touch sends
my flesh to flutter
in silent shivers
of anticipation,
the
emancipation
for ejaculation
following
cosmic
cop-
u-
l
a
t
i
o
n
.
what’s that, friend?—
come again?
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 24, 2026.
Tittu
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments6
A rare erotic write… good job
Thank you, Demar...not my usual territory, but when inspiration comes...
yeah, I know...but I couldn't resist! 🤣 👂✨🖤🙏
well put my friend
Much appreciated, Norman...always good to hear from you, my friend! 👂✨🖤🙏
always welcome
The ear and hearing can be so underrated while all the other senses get the premium 🙏🏻🕊️
Absolutely, my friend...sound can slip beneath every defense and stir the whole body! 👂✨🖤🙏
Tristan is that last line a sexual one disguised in word play? An intriguing write where sound waves become a siren's call. Well done my friend
Guilty as charged, my friend...the whole poem sets up that final bit of mischief. Glad you enjoyed it! 🤣 👂✨🖤🙏
My pleasure my friend
Sounds like a poem from Mr Hunt. Who? WCAT!! lol.
Oh, Orchi...I wondered who would be the first to discover Mr. Michaela H. hiding in there! 🤣 👂✨🖤🙏
Well, he says he don't mind being called Michaela, but never........... we know. lol.
LOL well this is what we call in London (very sausy) please don't come too often you'll make some jealous! 🤣
Thanks, Teddy...very saucy indeed! I’ll try not to become too regular...we can’t have London descending into chaos! 🤣 👂✨🖤🙏
We can because I am in Florence 🤣
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