Engorged
Beautifully full and inviting
Yet gently throbbing
Evolving into agony.
My body calls to you
My child.
Let me beguile with my charms
As I hold you in my arms.
Relieve the pressure.
Let your mouth allay the pain
As we both gain
From each other.
Mutual sighs of delight
Heard.
And in the air hangs one word…
Suck.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| No title | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| My Sin | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Engorged | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| Morning Feed | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
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