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An erotic potato poem... [176.1] ...for the New Year.

I have been remiss. ( I get involved with other aspects of my life when traveling, even have difficulty keeping up my journal... which I mostly did this time... I have over 7,000 photos of Taiwan to go through and I'm slowly posting them at facebook.

So, a poem...

...an erotic vegetable poem...

[still untitled] (I need suggestions. The only title I have is 'New Year's day potato"

Beyond flaws of thin golden skin
that sloughs away from eager fingers
still deeper wounds that make you YOU.
I move my lips around them
as teeth grip willing flesh
and suck into my mouth
the luck of having met you.

With eyes that cannot see my longing,
without ears to hear my grateful sighs,
no nose to smell the melting pats of butter
that ease your starches down my throat,
know that you have quenched my needs
and fed my deepest hope.

Replete,
I beg to you, call out my name!
... as if you could without a voice...
"O Recipient of My Inner Essence:
Enjoy this night's gold-skinned delight."

© Kåre Enga [176.1] (21.march.2019)

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