The Sweetness

The Sweetness

A Poem by Sara
"

a little sugar?

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The Sweetness


I kiss the soft petal flesh of your legs,

your innocence is pink, 

cherry pie, The Stones on a Sunday morning,

played low, bass thumping.

Delicious. 


Exotic coffee fumes, the scent of a

post-coital ciggy clinging to

bedroom walls, stains on the ceiling,

ugly and perfect.

What do you see?

The long V of a woman's legs --

open yours, wider --

wider --

Yes. I can see that too. 


Tomorrow, when we are old

and God is calling,

I won't forget this.


Colors shall fade,

black to grey, emerald to sage,

scarlet to pink, shell pink,


the color of your flushed, flat tummy.


I will remember your sweetness

on my tongue,

how your toes curled.

The way you called my name.

© 2011 Sara


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Incredibly sensuous with seductive
nuance. Imaginative and graphic.
Wonderful verbage. Everything fits
perfectly.
The moral of memory of this moment
when they are old. Beautiful.
---- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Sara
Sara

Dallas, TX



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Hi! I'm just a simple college student from Texas who enjoys storytelling in all its forms. I'm quite shy, so I find writing much easier than talking since I don't have to put up with my usual stutteri.. more..

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