South OF THE EQUATOR
My lips south of the equator
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Swells , pulsate ,percolate
with anticipation
moistened by the heat
Of two body’s in
Animation simply suspend
In a Nongravitational pull
spending moisture
That drips like teardrops that
Land like soften dew droplets
on red rose petals seeping
Deep down inside the folds that form me melting molten tasty
insatiable thrills that coat
The throat sizzle the heart
And encases the soul
5/30/19. Mya
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