Will you be my princess
of palatable PH balance
with talents of the flesh
I can obsess over or under
while I wonder
how I got so smitten
with such a happy rainbow sunshine sex kitten.
You got me hooked one the taste of apricots,
the metallic tang of a little
midnight tongue tango
with fresh lemon peels for a little zest.
Your fluids, I must confess
are the superlative of all I ingest.
I'm subservient to your behest
To test the limits of oxygenlessness
In the tabernacle
beneath your dress.
You are the queen of creating savory saline lubricant, so magnificent
I can't stop thinking of binge drinking it.
No need to return the favor,
Because you're my favorite flavor,
even still, more than I want to labor between your limbs
I want to write you a thousand hymns,
but I know you're not impressed by such feats,
so I'll do my writing between the sheets.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
