Tuesday, May 13, 2014

13th May 2014

Impossible to separate
This swell of flesh
from the way it has been held
raised high and loud and proud
in my plunging dress.
But, blinking
through a plethora of mouths and fingerprints
we see
the rude protrusion of the thing
a soft announcement of flesh
a kiss of darker skin
already puckering
a single hair, curled

no, but as the nipple hears its name
and reaches for the pleasure that attention promises
a second hair or one hair split
forked tongue from the same fine pore
curl out toward the sentry of my frame of vision.
This then
tomorrow I may pluck this slight distraction away.

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