puppy tongue
pant,
play
lather deliriously
drunk
on a luscious lick
of spring
blush
this poem
is a surprise
peach-pink tulip
between the lips
of a lover
at sunrise
a poetic handprint blush-
slide
down your hips,
your thighs
with
a
s
i
g
h
© 2025 jennifer wagner
whew! spring is getting warm!
ReplyDeleteindeed ;-)
DeleteZacky loved the opening stanza but I covered his eyes for the second. (He is only 9.) I enjoyed the whole of the rising temperatures!
ReplyDeleteHaha!
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