Herbert Nehrlich 2
That Warm And Moist Place, Velvety It Is - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2
I shiver at the strangest times,
a gust, a puff of smoke, a gentle breeze....
saliva gathers, drooling when I think of limes
and always I remember when you tease.
The world includes all others, bitches, hounds,
I fit in wiley ways or so they say,
the smells and all the glitter, then the sounds
attract me as they're chasing me away.
My lids descend and fog sets on my face,
twilight I welcome you, your dreams are quite rosé,
I'm longing for that velvety warm place
its touch a moist and wondrous repartée.
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