- Erotic Poetry
- Mouth Music
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Mouth Music
by Auguste (Gusty) Hand
"Tell me how that feels"
If Mozart were master of the tides
and I the beach in Hanalei,
wavelets lapping the sand
would be the music
of your tongue
rousing me to the dance
of pink oblivion.
If the inspired poet
of Genesis received
the revelation of your kiss,
then the mystery of earth's
molten core would be
revealed in his passionate ode
to the fevered splendor
of your mouth.
If words were sable brushes
and dawn the canvas,
this poem could only render
the flaming tangerine
of your oral caress
in the misty grays
of a stormy north sea.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 7 years ago"If words were sable brushes
and dawn the canvas,"
"the music
of your tongue
rousing me to the dance
of pink oblivion."
(any time you can work oblivion in it sounds good--but what does it mean? who cares!)
but needs work, drop the obvious "would be"
