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Click hereIt was the way you captured
my attention
the taste of your words
like salt on skin
earthy, intimate
and I devoured you
through them
Satiation fleeting
I came
and came back for more
while you teased my appetite
on the tips of your fingers
Fucked without touch
Reached deep
to find secret places
then turned me into poetry
You wrote me as a rainbow
melting into iridescent crude
penned me down
rendered me more than naked
inked your compositions
with slick pools
of my crumbled composure
For the low, low payment
of my adoration
and dampened panties
a little bit of dignity
But who needs that?
I gave it all freely
to have that tang glaze my tongue
feasting on your phrases
and reveled in delicious shivers
as irresistible syllables slid
under my skin
This poem beautifully captures why some of us never leave after inadvertently stumbling into the poetry section.
An elegant piece of veni, vidi, vici or perhaps legi, scribit, et veni verbage