Sunday, June 12, 2011

Poem 161 of 365/ Taste it better

Taste it better,

Sizzling sensation dance between groves ripping feeling throughout my bottom lip.

Passionate rain invokes pain which roller derby's across emotional stains.

Acceptance covers desires like curtains and I am branded to happiness like a tattoo smothering my left hip.

Puckering up to deliver an explosive kiss with blistered lips, floods memory down to my shoulders and across my fingertips; I collect puddles of passionate pain to better understand what I've gained.

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