Taste Poem by Kai Ford

Taste



Tasting the pinkness of your lips as they yield a ripe nectar all their own
The stamp of your fingerprints cover my skin
There isn't a place unexplored on this map
Eyes locked leads to the intermingling of desires
Clenched fists grab covers for support
2 worlds collide and the aftermath is filled with a satisfied silence

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kai Ford 22 May 2010

Thank you Vaughn. Very kind of you.

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Vaughn Bekker 20 May 2010

ok wow, passion! ! very nice, well written,10 : 0)

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