He spoke me....good.

(For Arts Future of poetry comp...set a century in the future...anything like color, music, poetry has been phased out to keep people in line and uninspired.)


I met a boy..NO..
A man..
He spoke..uttered in stacatto consonants
Vowwwelllls...
Talk.
Not mind speak...
He spoke!

Moved his pouty lips to swooon me..
And i was mesmorized
Hypnotized
By the twitch of the divit
Between his nose and upper lip...
Unnnn....

His tongue...
It turned from grey to pale grey pink
To red as...ooooh!
Color I swear it was..
His tongue..
It moved and danced as he described the round of my tit t t t ts....
The saliva flipped off his big mouth muscle..so developed.....
And as his spit hit my bottom lip..
My mouth too
Became a red hue..

I licked it off and took a taste of his desire...

As his mouth said...
Your tits (mmm  taste)
Your tits move as if they are nodding
In agreement with my (oooh love the percussion of the ck)
In agreement with my cock
My Mister Snakey (I purrrr for sibilansssse) one eye wants you to look him straight in the eye
So he can show you where he's cummin from....

He pulled it out and it was rock hard..
Head pretty in pink..
I stroked him as he spoke me and..
And...
Annnnd...

I now have a favorite color...
And I now feel that music
Is real
Not mythology...

Poetry?
I think maybe...💋
Actually...i know...
I have read some...
It is contraband but i am a bad...
Bad...
Girl. ..
A girl...NO
Woman..
Who sees color...
Hears words and
Has read and HEARD hard poetry..
I have a bootleg copy of Artemios oooh! Shhh!!!

They are coming....
So i must run...
But i have tasted the yummy, yum yum of his words...
And i need me some...

Moooore