yet another poem about fucking

Posted: October 2, 2008 in Poetry
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i feel a whisper
twisting between my thighs
traveling through my spine to my throat
singing about you
and how it wants to fuck you
in several languages
on several pages
until the syllable sinks
into babble rub rubble no none
no thing oh no stop go hard
its hips feel the urge of your song
its tongue tastes the fire in your veins
its pores have taken you in as itself
and kept you in dizzy and light
happy and free flying
cocksure
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Comments
  1. iAbs_ThePoet says:

    this is really really nice!

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