romance (Remove filter)
a somewhat sensual vision on Margate Street : Sunday, 11th
(iv) voice...
reverberating ultrasound syllables
moans...
her breath
ALL wax lyrical from her gold frond tongue
dripping maple syrup rhythm
all over
& through me
gold rush pulsing in my veins
to the tune of a hypnotic narcotic.
intoxication.
her tongue is an aspergillum
soaking me
from head to denim
in holy water
& my once bland arid gard...
Thursday 25th May 2023 2:56 am
Recent Comments
Pragya Pal on Why not
1 hour ago
TobaniNataiella on Nothing Has Changed
4 hours ago
Hugh on Pensioners suffer a death sentence !!!
6 hours ago
Marla Joy on Gracefully
7 hours ago
Marla Joy on The Doughnut She Couldn't Eat
7 hours ago
Marla Joy on K. Lynn
8 hours ago
Marla Joy on Frank Pasciuti, Ph.D.
9 hours ago
Marla Joy on Intruder
9 hours ago
Beatrice on Why not
9 hours ago
Marla Joy on Admonitions for an emerging poet
9 hours ago