Grungelicious – a poem

Erotic, exotic, the first taste

As delicious as the last, intake

Of breath sharp, nerve bundles

Beneath the skin a synergy above

The grungelicious outer brim



Dreams cannot encompass the real

Taste, touch, tremor and tingle

Which sings of sussurrating harmony

In sweat slick sermons, the nip

Of jaws gently nibbling, tiny



The fire which living breathes

Is no neat thing, alive in heat

With an angelic core burning,

Soft that brings hardness, surround

In resonant hiccups, twin stars



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