yes
yes
her fingers say
o yes
her mouth is hot
her jeans are slippery
her skin opens
into sizzle flowers
and a dragon's mouth roars
amber/tangerine/hidden gold
beneath his swirling eyes
taste
o taste
liquid metal
the bite of fire
the roll of chilli beads
across tongues of skin
her fingers say
o yes
her mouth is hot
her jeans are slippery
her skin opens
into sizzle flowers
and a dragon's mouth roars
amber/tangerine/hidden gold
beneath his swirling eyes
taste
o taste
liquid metal
the bite of fire
the roll of chilli beads
across tongues of skin
posted by burning moon at 9:53 PM
2 Comments:
Good heavens!!!
I have no idea what you had for breakfast the morning you wrote this, but please detail it for me lol.
This piece is really evocative kid, love the slippery jeans, very raunchy
The whole poem is very potent shall we say
lol. this is what comes of you and your beloved getting all interested and keen and then having your son arrive home unexpectedly, lololol
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