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

Overflowing.

*

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

Bites.

*

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

Panting.

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