this flesh
buttersweet
soft as an
inner thigh,
a gasping
exotic thing
gaping
for love,
dying
for my
tongue’s
tip
there
on the
blood
stained
lip
Whoreticulture – A Valentine
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this flesh
buttersweet
soft as an
inner thigh,
a gasping
exotic thing
gaping
for love,
dying
for my
tongue’s
tip
there
on the
blood
stained
lip
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Great imagery!
Thanks for sharing.
Blood stained though, perhaps her lips, or his?
Ah, that’s the magic poetry. It’s up to you. 😀
I’m yours. This is lovely and delicious.
Say it with flowers, I say. (shivers)
I can see I’m about to introduce my lover to another of your delicious poems. With picture, of course.
Lovely words to go with an equally lovely image.
Mmmmmmmmmm, delicious. And I <3 orchids.
I love it!
wow.
As always I am awed by your way with words.