All the Rage
Touch, taste, feel, devour,
let sweat and tears couple;
Setting off a new sound
essential to your life,
my body’s your playground;
Touch, taste, feel, devour;
It’s overpowering,
flavor so aggressive;
Both the side and main course,
I’m cool with excessive;
Touch, taste, feel, devour
bold bite marks build bruises;
A chromatic fraction
violent plum surface,
all the rage distraction.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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