Oh yeah, it's journal poetry day...so, um, here's a little something I wrote:
That which is...
Gilded in silver and
Opal, I think,
The rosy pink flesh
Hardens with a touch.
Clandestine, most of the time,
Hidden by black lace and velvet
Intertwined, aching for release
Crying out for a
Kiss to make it more
Supple and full.
Ruby lips ensnare
Undulating, extracting
Life from...
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Yank the tooth and Shop-Vac your head. Problems solved.