Plum Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Plum
Her lips are the plum
That soaks my lips in provocative
Thirst.
My tongue wrapped
around her seed,
I kissed her neck &
She planted herself on my tongue.
Digging the beauty of the moment
Her scar on the tip of my lips.
A conversation thickened by air
Our breath officially shallow.
My nose tucked
in the side of her neck,
Her lips the plum that soaks my lips
My bite, the stranger that frees
Us from restriction
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5/5/2024 11:35:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Digging the beauty of perception of your love you have brilliantly expressed this poem. Thank you very much for sharing this. An amazing poem is shared really.