Poetry Friday: The Word is MELT
Ninety Eight Point
A square of chocolate, dark and deep, smelling of flowery, hot earth...
Communion wafer, pale and thin, one breath sends it butterflyfluttering...
Tugs of crystal pink cotton candy, whispering “just one more one more”...
The folds of folds that you find, and taste open, between my thighs...
Melt
on
Your
fabulous
warm
tongue
A square of chocolate, dark and deep, smelling of flowery, hot earth...
Communion wafer, pale and thin, one breath sends it butterflyfluttering...
Tugs of crystal pink cotton candy, whispering “just one more one more”...
The folds of folds that you find, and taste open, between my thighs...
Melt
on
Your
fabulous
warm
tongue
posted by Mona Buonanotte at 12:01 AM
7 Comments:
Mona, I can't believe I've not be reading your stuff regularly. This is awesome!
Mona, your poetry is lethal. I have to stand up to read it so I can run away if it gets too CLOSE.
I didn't make it this time...
!!
sensory overload. sensory overload.
Yuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm!
I'd like another, please! Hmmm. I'm glad to read that I 'm not the only one preoccupied by Maggie's word pick.
what nancy dancehall said....
Ok, that was pretty hot.
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