He writes poetry with his tongue.
Like sonnets from a veteran pen -
it moves fluidly to create emotion.
With it, he recites the love ballads of ages past.
He swirls the tip to elicit sounds of passion.
He laps at hungry places in her soul,
Then adds proper punctuation as he sucks away longing and need.
His tongue speaks without using earthly words.
It penetrates forbidden recesses and brings tired flesh to life.
Relentlessly it writes - never slowing or losing interest -
burning a pattern of desire that explodes in vibrant fireworks.
Sasafrass Lovejoy
Like sonnets from a veteran pen -
it moves fluidly to create emotion.
With it, he recites the love ballads of ages past.
He swirls the tip to elicit sounds of passion.
He laps at hungry places in her soul,
Then adds proper punctuation as he sucks away longing and need.
His tongue speaks without using earthly words.
It penetrates forbidden recesses and brings tired flesh to life.
Relentlessly it writes - never slowing or losing interest -
burning a pattern of desire that explodes in vibrant fireworks.
Sasafrass Lovejoy
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