Goey Gums – Death Wish Poetry Magazine
let me press my tongue flat against the roof of your mouth;
let me twist and curve and flick it till all that lingers on my tastebuds is the feel of your palatine
rugae.
let me chew and gnaw and rip on your lip; just a nibble–i promise!– (until i get lost in your hair and the feel of tension coiling under skin and flexing under my fingernails and your smell and i may
bite too hard. too hard. too hard.)
oooooooooooh!
baby!
let me pluck out you...
let me twist and curve and flick it till all that lingers on my tastebuds is the feel of your palatine
rugae.
let me chew and gnaw and rip on your lip; just a nibble–i promise!– (until i get lost in your hair and the feel of tension coiling under skin and flexing under my fingernails and your smell and i may
bite too hard. too hard. too hard.)
oooooooooooh!
baby!
let me pluck out you...