craving

give me something
to keep this fool
tongue busy enough
to lose the poetic
mendaciousness, let
me show you the real
poetry born as you
writhe against this
font of meandering
semi-legible loops
a cunning linguist
of cursive cunnilingus
carefully inscribing
masterpieces across
your every secret joy.

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