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Click herewhen i suck your dick i feel the
volume and texture of your gush;
what you ate; what you think is true;
whether you're fucking someone else.
i sense your
mother's hair; the slow onset of
your madness; that your grandmother's
lover was her younger brother.
i taste lost
seas, dying suns, tails of comets,
quantum bits of memory - that
unnamed girl who still burns in you.
i see those
you may father – those from before -
stretching eons to horizons –
recapitulated, foretold.
i swallow
a universe; but it's your cock
my lips are craving – it's your seed
that i am dying to receive.
Very hot. I never thought my cumming could be so tell-tale! But I suppose we are pretty vulnerable when we finally let go...
and I mirror the sentiment of others. This is good.
This poem, like a mouthful of sperm, contains huge number of ideas in a small space. I just felt one more sweep through the language would have improved it, and occasionally your usually adroit sense of rhythm escapes you. I hope you don't mind me saying so--I really enjoyed the poem.
... the idea of eons crammed into one space, one time, one act. Beautiful.
This poem was mentioned in today's New Poetry Recommendations in the Poetry Feedback & Discussion forum.<br><br>
This is an unexpected approach to the experience of giving a blowjob. The poetic craft evidenced here is also a pleasure to experience.