- Erotic Poetry
- Like the Maple
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Click hereYou turn the wooden tap
driven into the back
of my neck.
Your words loosen hemispheres,
and my mind melts
into puddles of poetry.
It is your touch
that causes my sap to flow.
Put aside the bucket, lover.
Taste the drips from the spout
as they rise. Soon it comes
more quickly than you can contain,
dripping down your chin and neck.
When the lost drops reach your chest
it will be my turn to play butterfly.
Tongue uncurls.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaalmost 19 years ago"puddles of poetry" with steam rising from them. I think it is getting hot in here.
BD
Wanton Vixxxenalmost 19 years ago"tongue uncurls" should be the first two words to a sequel poem, rain! This was a sultry erotic poem - a sensuous syrup kind of write that dripped slowly - like sap - from your pen. <wink>
Vixxx
dcpoet44almost 19 years agothat is produced for the one that licks the drip......and heck.....i used to collect sap a number of years ago. i can really relate to this one........nice write......don
RhymeFairyalmost 19 years agoMmmm nice imagery. Loved your *flow*~
*Grins*
A hot lil poem here.
Makes one wanna come back for more...and more....
