Rachel In A Certain Mood (By Rachel) Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Glued together you and me,
From breakfast 'til it's time for tea,
With mouth to mouth
And mouth to lips
And mouth to mouth
And mouth to tips......

Magnets built into your skin
Draw me closer draws me in,
Slip-dee-doodle, holy glide
It is warm and moist inside.
Roaming, turning, sly retreat
Mount a charge with no defeat.
Ask me not if he will bend
When he hits the very end
Though the signal sounds to leave
Glandulars, a short reprieve,
Mix of silver and of pale
Throbs of current on a sail
Walls are trembling, hood is squeezed
Androgens now wildly teased,
Glitter, gobble, glorious glue
Pawing cheeks and breaching you,
Slow suspension of all sense
Whiff of clorox, souls to cleanse.
Circumotion, no conditions
Wet and wondrous repetitions,
Sleep will come to silent lips
As they guard their precious tips.



© Rachel and Mate 2008