Clasp my heart in your slender fingers
if you dare to try;
you won’t stiffen it with wine
or a sweet melody.
No amount of spit or lube
will make my heart flutter.
My heart is unmoveable, unknowable
stimulate it to no avail!
My heart was hardened long ago
and it will take more than all that you have
to stroke my ego
and get me to agree
to let love in
and free me to try
to penetrate your mind.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2026 07:19
- Category: Erotic
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Comments4
A hard hart indeed corroded and rusted beyond being able to open. Well written
Thank you!
You are most welcome Franz
Sounds like a member of the Inland Revenue speaking.
A good Write here .
Thank you!!
My Pleasure.
The race of a beating heart with sexual tension
Good poem
Thank you!!
Fränz, you got me with the wicked double entendres in this one. 🤣 But I also get that resistance to simply opening the gates because somebody wants in…trust has to earn its way through. Really enjoyed this, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks!!
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