I TASTE YOUR POEMS

I NEVER
dreamed or thought
about the possibilities
of words spoken by
another person could be
tasted; I knew they could
be felt because of our
nervous system creating
reaction.
BUT
to taste them? Now that
I read your poems I know
words can be tasted.
When words like sweet cum
and juice appear I taste them.
When the softness of  nipples
and their hardness occur in
poetic lines I taste you.
When you rapture me with lines
about dualling tongues I savor
the wetness and heat.
WHEN
your poem takes us to the magic
word of 69ing, I taste you and
grow...savoring the taste and
lust for more.
Meet me at the Kissing Place
and we'll taste each other's
poems...bring some tasty,
wild, and new ones. OKAY?