*NOTE: I am not writing about myself*
An enticing aroma filling the air
Eyes closed, breathing in deep
With a lusting smile, I become the creep
Wondering if I can take it to my lair
Sweet temptation leading me on
My urges I can control for a while
I am just one more coprophile
My tempting fetish, my tasty bon-bon
Freshly laid and steaming, that is best
Radiating its pungent glory, I must take it
Drawing me closer, I have to have it
Longing for it, heart hammering in my chest
The smell, it makes me weak
The warm touch of it, I must not waste
Running out my tongue, I give it a taste
Rubbing it on myself, the ecstacy I seek
Playing with what's left, staining my hands
Holding them up and inhale deep, eyes glaze
My pleasure, my damnation, this is no phase
Just looking at it will engorge my glands
A desire I hold close, revealing to those I trust
I wish to be there and catch it as it drops
Imagining it primal thought starts, reason stops
Telling the wrong one and they will mistake the lust.
©Josh West
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