from hence, you came,
not for the first time
gliding elongated
fingers towards my own end --
and a tongue, sensual
as fuck, curling around
craving tulips
in bliss like gangatic
highs.
experience stems here,
pretending in hunger that
I'm not scared of discovering
that which lies ahead in
areas too thick to fit.
Author notes
inspired, in part, by a conversation earlier this morning, and a comment from a fellow AP'er.
figured I'd write something before class. 
Comments
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"pretending in hunger that
I'm not scared of discovering "
Thus is the curse of being human.

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wow . . . very interesting for a conversation

Well written, dear poet. You definately have a way with words.
You've captured a lot in just
a sprinkling of words
Love, and my best,
Zach Estel
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lol amazing what thoughts pop up in a conversation, nicely done
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