Suspended Senses Trimeric
This vampire with unembellished hair,
how sterile are the scars from his bite?
He leaves himself all over your mouth,
an aftertaste of rust and vanilla;
How sterile are the scars from his bite,
with glossy eyes grotesque and vulgar?
I guess I’ll have to risk just one taste;
He leaves himself all over your mouth,
senses suspended you lick it up;
Warm and wanting from the inside out;
An aftertaste of rust and vanilla
blood mixed with his foamy latte;
Low key sensuality caught in tresses.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment