by Amanda Blanchard
(North Carolina)

we've become a tangled mass of limbs
all entwined and graced with tongues
I know not where you end and I begin,
but once I start I cannot stop !
the pang of passion
needs its constant urge filled
it isn't sated until the flash of hot ecstasy
has possessed my very being
and dissolved all my strength
what was once solid
has become a gooey mass of flesh
a knackered heap of now tongueless limbs
and grateful moans

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