Sewn together in a pouch of purrs Hand on breast and mouth on thigh We cannot make our moaning words Or hiss a thesaurus into our kisses' sighs. 5 Each sight of sex that turns us double Or kinks or Xed zones to a core Of double yolks where trapped tongues bubble About the regions our mouths rub sore, Undoes our encyclopedias of saying, 10 Erases summations to addition's first tick And cancels accounts we could be laying In the hollow of a kiss' lick.
From the collection "The Soft Assault"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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