tagErotic PoetryYour Breasts

Your Breasts


Your Breasts

Like tough seeds
overexposed to the
constancy of my nature’s
fury, your nipples
lie slightly split.

My fingers strike again
and again as does a
strong wind, tiny cracks
rent deeper still.

Next, like a hard bitten
frost, my teeth snap
clean; white hot bolts
running clear through.

Finally my tongue
washes like a steady rain,
beating then rolling
over, leaving a swelling
wetness to take hold.

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