My skin quavers feebly,
like a foal shaking away fears and desultory buzzing predators
I shake away desires
working their fumeous way
through my body’s thousands of porous fumaroles
and drenching my flimsy clothing
in frangipani ethers
and fulgid crystals of salt and barely contained lust.
My skin hangs in fringes,
like furbelows,
like flounces festooned to my extremities
upon the layer of flesh upon the layer of bones upon the layer of marrow
the muscled interstices limp and ungainly
in atrophied pseudo-indifference
to fever’s lambent fire
and blood fermenting into the thickness of moaning magma
and its fomenting
impatience.
My skin suddenly feral,
the ferocious fulmination at the moment of touch
and quaver turns howl between fringes tightening to steel filigree
when veins swell
and muscles swarm slithering snakelike
between bones and veins and pulsating flesh
sending the famished tentacles lining the periphery of my palms
into the landscapes of erogenous no return lining the secrecy of your body
until the feast is consumed
and the screaming feminine fumulus of pink virga
pulverizes
into shared felicity.
Author notes
certainly, there is one f word missing here (amongst many), however this is just what makes the difference between eroticism and forniticism... 
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Hot Hot Hot... Tasty
I loved this write! So amazingly exciting and invogorating. I loved this refreshing approach to a special topic without vulgarities. Thanks for sharing!
Jen
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Excellent
'tis a fine write, indeed. Brought a smile to my face.
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Alliteration... what?
I don't know if it was intended, but in my own twisted brain, I have to admit I giggled. I love the tie-in with the title and the consonance of the 'f' throughout. I totally appreciate the thoughtfulness (and large theseori)that HAD to go into this poem! Kudos, giggles and applause!
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Not only words... here I feel and I see this poetical landscape of interstellar fusion of colors of bodies and souls shivering and coming out of volcanos you created. After you and your poetry there is not only the smoke in the air leaving traces. Within your words I can see you... After all I will add few more f-word to my dictionary.
~Sonja~
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Holy smokes, Batman. 
Yes, there is a particular "f-word" missing...thank God. Once one learns the difference between it & actually making love, why would one want to return to the shallows after swimming the depths? Shocking, stunning, shivering penning, Scribe. Tremulous, even. 
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