Torquoise Talk
I could tell a tale until I am blue
In the face. I prefer torquoise
And good grace. I could speak of tender
Kisses in this space but kisses have
Become to tender with your tender lips
And sweet cherry sips.
If only I could talk up a tender thought
For a salacious kiss.
How could i bemoan a torquoise stone I
Have never owned.
Maybe I will recite a stanza about
Blue rose petals but its been over done
Although the beauty of the blue rose
Hardly seems to fade, every day and day
It last always.
I could mention my adoration for the
Sapphire gem in the whole of this poem
But the torquoise stone is my blue love.
I should say now how a shamed faced lover
Was caught in the act then lying a tall tale
So high it scrapped the sky.
And spliced thrice inviting excitement.
I shouldn't say any of these things.
I am a flaming DANGER to star struck
Lovers with IN EVERY FOREVER seeking
Pleasure. This hunger with exact measurements
Holding contempt for common sense. I wince
In anticipation anxious and guessing at what comes
Next.
Penning the BETTER than BEST of the TONGUE KISS
of a lover's chain reaction satisfying satisfaction.
Throw caution to the wind if I DARE YOU. Hush
Someone might hear you, but of course we are miles
Away from civilization.
We are alone with the night, two lovers with an
Animal APPETITE.
The night with the stench of unfamiliarness
And the taste of cherry sips on those lips
Good night my star struck lovers.
THE NIGHT SPOKE IN FLIGHT.
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