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French Tongue

French Tongue
By l0nnieugene on 04/29/2007
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My French tongue?
more than an inch hung
in the root of Your mouth
while my hands concentrated on,
the fruit of Your south.

I speak neither evil nor French.
My expertise is retrieval of suspense
& ecstasies
in comparably bearably bland lives
in which they narratively, barely can survive.

I’ve been told I’m a dauntless, accomplished
1st place French kisser
& probably have encountered few
thirst - erased - quenched resisters.
If being impressed good naturedly mattered
I guess I should be blazingly flattered
--making a mad trot dash 4hot flash
scald-proof of that so-called truth--
But I prefer 2b frank & smile,
say I’m neither a Francophile
nor Francophobic
tho the nation does not rank as utopic.
I know it 4Paris, bread, braids,
fairly priced wines, toy poodles;
--lovers unembarrassed,
beds unmade, a carefree life’s divine,
why employ scruples.

Nah, I’m not even a 10th French!
My kisses’ wishes, if imbued with any value,
is that they’ll have YOU enthused,
infused with the arousal of nostalgia
--astro-Afro, transporting & courting
You along Caribbean routes,
close 2r amphibian roots
--imagined having Your heart tweaked,
Your freak peaked on Martinique
Lying soft, drying off
on white sands, my right hand
rubbing Your bikini
as if it were a genie
as my left kept
making the surround sound
of unusual music
on Your ‘G’ cleft
Ahhhh, the exhilaration of thrill ovations.
& in some flame twitched/itched language
You’d sigh sinful
& I’d accurately interpret,
even tho factually, on surface
I’m not bi-lingual.
We’re in the tropics but You speak some Coptic
all the while peaking, speaking in melodic, methodic,
vintage Exotica , authentic Erotica
desirous of an Osiris & I, the nicest Isis
--the innovation in penetration Seeker
4as I enter, roam, probe
Your inner globe You moan an invitation: ‘Deeper.’
We both want a stress-easing life,
& copulation, w/w/o ovulation,
is best4 relieving strife.

© By l0nnieugene On 4/29/2007 2:20:12 PM
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