Tonight's Poet Corner: Drink Me
Drink Me
by Belinda Roddie
My vessel isn't glass, but if you
squeeze the soft spots, I'll provide
a nectar to sip that you'll never forget,
even while you sleep.
The crisp lactation of your lips
is enough to get my eyes swirling,
the brown and green mixing in a vibrant
cocktail, salty and sugary, bitter and sour,
all the buds blooming on my tongue
suddenly bursting into full, excited blossoms.
You know exactly how to make
my grin grow, my shyness shrink,
while everything in between just glows.
Just let the light crackle on my skin. If
you're lucky, you'll get a second helping
of my special liquid sin.
by Belinda Roddie
My vessel isn't glass, but if you
squeeze the soft spots, I'll provide
a nectar to sip that you'll never forget,
even while you sleep.
The crisp lactation of your lips
is enough to get my eyes swirling,
the brown and green mixing in a vibrant
cocktail, salty and sugary, bitter and sour,
all the buds blooming on my tongue
suddenly bursting into full, excited blossoms.
You know exactly how to make
my grin grow, my shyness shrink,
while everything in between just glows.
Just let the light crackle on my skin. If
you're lucky, you'll get a second helping
of my special liquid sin.
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