snakecharmer

snakecharmer

A Poem by lk

fair warning: ye whose moistened lips grow full 
and part for tongue-tip flicks,
who feel red softness, plump and moist,
release hot breath, mouth dark and slick
(and welcoming)

for savors sipped
for sly tastes slipped
(in slithers, drowsy-smooth and deep)
in welcome-kiss
on breath-drawn bliss
with gasp
and sussurating hiss

...of weaving-reeds in baskets round...

a reed-weave mesh
brushed up against...
by weaving song of reed-pipe sound...
a willow-tone
brushed up against...
by weaving sway
by formless drift
of word-silk sound
as word-sounds shift

© 2025 lk


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Mmmm...shiver words to tease me on a cold January day. You know I love this. It is SUCH a fun read. It tickles the tongue.

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Added on January 12, 2025
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lk
lk

Kitchener, Ontario, Canada



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