“Your ivory body pulses as the white Flesh catches flame and rosy tremblings move Over this sanctuary of delight, The last asylum of our love.” Erotic Poetry Book:New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems Source: New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
“HERE in this moonlit room, I watch you slip One shoulder from your dress and turn to me; A polished statue, fushing to the tip Of marble fingers gradually.” Erotic Poetry Book:New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems Source: New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
