031310 Beauty Of Skin Poem by Manonton Dalan

i am holding this beauty
half covered with my palm
yes, it isn't warm as yours
i run my fingers on dimpled-like
skin, leaving luster to shine
with oily scents refreshing

i wonder what could it be
stored within this marvel
i tried to bite, my teeth slide
scratching, with bursting taste
bitter, my tongue turn numb
i let go pondering with aftertaste

i can't resist what is inside
i run my finger to a nipple end
with small depression, hard
i look around, counter, drawer
there it is a gleaming steel edge
one stroke, juice ooze from carpels