Parted
Soon, on the cusp, impatient yet
Tight-lipped, deceitfully calmed down, down there,
Where for the nonce, ’tis without flair
Or flare. No twists justify turning wet.
Ante-parted.
Parted
Gentle prestidigitation
Charms the entrance, tempts the folds to unfold,
To entrap, gain a fingerhold,
Or perchance to entrance. Supplication
Imparted.
Parted
North and south, across east and west,
A button blessed with breath, and bit a bit.
Ambrosial flow from the slit
Poured forth, too late to stopper or arrest,
Once parted.
Parted
Mores, more due to passion than
Due to liquor, her liquor, to lick her
Sundered cleft. Neatly swept over
The edge. Legs, more slut, less librarian,
Parted.
Parted
Petals peddled; blossoms displayed.
Impaled, the hole was halved and satisfied,
The slippery grip, unhurried,
Wins. A lissome, lithesome sheath for his blade,
Forever parted.
