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Lace of Your Fingers
by Alison McKenzieI’m gonna lick the pigment
Right off your flesh
Tantalize every cell
Of your nearly 30 year old skin.
I’m gonna take that enticing
Lower lip of yours
Draw it into my mouth
Like a juicy slice of fruit
Savoring every sensation.
I want to taste you.
Those plumbs below -
One at a time
I’m going to make them happy
Before I climb to the tip
Of your tower
Draw out every drop of
Divinity’s elixir.
Swallowing will be a slow,
Decadent process
As you shudder over ecstatic waves,
Ride the crest to lucidity’s shore
Your fingers laced through my hair
On the exhale.
07/29/2009 Author's Note: Ok, I'm feeling just a little, ummmmm....hungry.
Posted on 07/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 07/29/09 at 09:03 PM You're a tiger Ms. McKenzie! =P
Excellent metaphors.
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| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/29/09 at 11:10 PM ...what michael said annnnd double, i realllllly like this ali, mmm. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 07/30/09 at 07:54 PM Metaphor shmetaphor, this smokes |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/03/09 at 03:28 PM The succulence of this spices up my morning awakens me to the sweet possibilities... hmmmmmm, indeed... |
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