Paint me with your tongue

Image thought desire 

Liar liar liar 

Such a ruddy passion 

Giving way to pleasure 

Lips and minds and chemicals 

Twisted tongues and genitals 

Let's return these wishes 

In a thousand blood mad kisses 

Breath and flesh and fingers

Fumbling tearing gripping 

When you touch me 

I burn

Let's make love abruptly 

Before our senses return 

And dampen the ardor 

Of my heat

Image thought desire 

If poetry was fashion 

It's words revealing passion 

I'd undress you with each line 

Until your breasts became a rhyme 

But the image is where to start 

With our marble wet feet 

Drowning in the magnetic undercloth 

Of sensuo-sexual art

Image thought poem 

Paint me with your tongue.

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