fruit left uneaten
pulpy slices juice-curled hair
burden of wanting
slices [haiku]
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fruit left uneaten
pulpy slices juice-curled hair
burden of wanting
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doog, erotic poetry, ghostsista, implement, reblog, sheismadeinpiland, sonnet, torment
The tiles were so cold — You wanted torment,
like how god-dogs do it. Your muscles clenchedunder your jeans. You’ve walked around, hellbent
that none of your friends would notice the drenchedlittle patch, the buzz of your discipline
implemented deep between your cheeks. Youpeel down your jeans like you peel skin
down bone, down muscle. At each corkscrewtwist lick squeeze the silicon hammer’s head
spreads you wider. We two lay on the floorof your mom’s bathroom — The acid hitting
just then. “Yeah, leck it. Me clit is blood-red.Me arse — O! ahm a god! ahm a doog! Mooar!”
Torment, you had called it. Your toes, curling.
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TASTE
Full of the mystery of taste.
Reckless with my mouth.Throbbing fruit
fresh. My mouthon your skin. A light kiss
with the touchof the tongue.
Suck yourfruit; with a grip,
howling, and hairpulling. Strange
fruit.][][
GOSTO
Plena do gosto da mistério.
Afoita com minha boca.Latejando de fruta
fresca. Minha bocana teu pele. Um leve beijo
com o toqueda língua.
Chupo teufruto; com um aperto,
um urro, e puxãode cabelo. Fruto
estranho.
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erotic haiku, erotica, ghostsista, haiku, Orpheus, Poetry, reblog, sheismadeinpiland
desire: words, fire.
I’ll show you how the hills burn
if we both survive