Home

Finger Licking

by Uriel Tovar

i wanna taste you
like the inside of a coke can
cutting my tongue
on the mouth piece
and piercing it on the rim.

i gotta know what makes you jiggle
is it that jello
or just the way
the words float
from your mouth
flowing like the movement of your hips
when i put on
that funky salsa sound
that you like so much.

you leave me wanting fried chicken
and honey buns for breakfast.

08/25/2005

Posted on 08/26/2005
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Carolyn Coville on 09/09/05 at 05:39 AM

hot. definitely hot!

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2020 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)