Making Out Poem by Giselle Joseph

Making Out



Like a newborn
you suckled on my breasts
lying double chested
in the still.
A human spider
you made of me
climbing walls
at will,
with toes bent
your tongue
slithers down
ohh boy....
you sure took my mind
for a run
clasping my hands
on pillars behind
when greeted
with your favorite wine.

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