Candle wax skin;
smooth, slippery.
I love how my skin glows
when my wick is lit.
When can I eat the sky?
I do so want to feel
the texture as it
slips down this
potato sack throat of mine.
Candle wax skin; smooth, slippery. I love how my skin glows when my wick is lit. When can I eat the sky? I do so want to feel the texture as it slips down this potato sack throat of mine. |

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-- Loveless I didn't intend it originally, but before I posted it I could see how it could be that way, at least for the first stanza. Then when I saw your comment I re-read my poem again and realized that it together as a whole could be taken kind of dirty.
You are welcome to interpret it as you wish. I'm glad I can be sexy without intending to. -- ~I am a poet~ |
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