Tickling Fancies

Over the sanguine lift
of parched hungry lips
a daintily finger-tip drifts,
 
sending a ripple dribbled
double tickle fickled giggle,
 
slipping sonic cymbal  
to your dimple  
crescent stretched simper,  
 
simple supple ample sample
can it be silent symmetry leisurely  
seeping like honeybees,
 
sweetly humming to the
strumming of pheromone harps,
 
drumming succumbing too
hyperbolic palpitations mumbling
from hedonistic procrastination,
 
submit to temptation let your  
body rest in hibernation  
of orgasmic depletion,
 
vacation sensation  
segregation  
of mind and spirit,
 
isolation parabolic stimulation  
invigoration of typhonic  
fiber-optic coagulation,
 
rhythm station  
phrenic plantation  
seismic copulations,
 
I'm between the screaming  
stream of dreams,
 
implanting muse's  
of seamless steam  
just for your tasty cream.



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