Salt lick


The buttons pop

Between my thumb

And forefinger like

Precious pearls

Eros dream weave


One layer at a time

Pearl buttons

Giving way to

Flesh buttons

Soft buttons


Into buds

I can touch

With the tip

Of my fingers

And then my tongue,

Like a buck deer

Licking the tip

Of a salt lick

Churned up

As I pump up

And press my lips

Around it

To taste the oozing

Pale honey

I must drink deep

Or perish


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