I'll Consume You (Tease)
a poem for yearning during the Full Moon
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There you are, stretched out in all your glory Enjoying that joint like a delicacy in your mouth Gray, lazy plumes billowing from your soft lips A wicked smile in my direction And then your head leaning back, your long hair falling behind the lounge chair I approach. A smell like burning lavender and hops Your long legs spread and bent at the knees I take the joint from your lips and inhale Then put it back in your mouth with, first, a smooch you open your eyes We watch each other until I can't stand it
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