Tuscan Morn Poem by Lee Ann Schaffer

Tuscan Morn

Rating: 4.8


You are some lush Italian vineyard
Into which I have stolen,
So juicy, glistening, swollen ripe
That I can not resist
Plucking a taste
Filling my mouth with the wet, sticky sweetness
‘Til it runs down my chin and neck,
Like a rushing stream
Into the valley beneath my blouse

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Lee Ann Schaffer

Lee Ann Schaffer

Charleston, South Carolina, US
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