Anna and the French Kiss
Ana's lips were cunning
as a linguist she knew
how to twist them
and elocution lessons
had done her tongue
a lot of flexible good
smooth and passionate
she explored his mouth
labial passion play
pleasured unknown depth
crescendo culmination
unspeakable joy
the intimate sensation
spread through her body
an intimate mind
caught fire and seized
reason with emotions
she was a writer
but some feelings
cannot be expressed
with mere words
on eloquent thought
further aroused
ink well and nib
happily mingling
she knew that he was a poet
and she the receptacle
of pure poetry in motion
25th August 2021
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2021
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