© carol voccia
thick air and moist lips
licked with a wetted tongue
to shine
catching the dew
that glistens on
your mouth
press them on me
my flesh the briny bark
my soft and subtle silk
my tender yielding
valleys
lick my salted fleece
that protects
the delta
and
kiss the slit of Venus
who glistening
moist lips
part for you
and kiss back
Saturday, February 18, 2012
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