Mark R Slaughter
Accordance - Poem by Mark R Slaughter
A tongue traversed the areola,
Homed in upon anticipation
Of the nipple –
Perched like a vanguard
Scouting for attention –
The prime of succulence
Not least, the largess of breast
That offered up foundation to the hand.
Completion begged for open legs
As readiness accorded.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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