Saturday, 10 September 2011


In a foretaste
of ecstasy
I consider
your firm
rain dashed
and sun splashed,
where my tongue
slips along that
curved groove
until my teeth tease
a tiny stalk
atop your swollen
violet fullness.
I split you
and revel
in your entirety,
as your essence
pools a purple nectar
upon my lips

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