I slipped on your words
like a pair of pantyhose
sliding up my thighs
they felt so nice I couldn’t help but
touch myself just a little
(or a lot)

those verbs and adverbs
adjectives and past present participle
gliding ever so nicely inside
I swallowed them down
thirsty for more
a glutton for your rhythm and rhyme

now my own verses
drip drip dripping
slick with desire and hungry eyes
licking then biting my lip
sweet taste of blood (or maybe love)
each time you pick up that pen

tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

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