Accordance Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Accordance



A tongue traversed the areola,
Homed in upon anticipation
Of the nipple –
Perched like a vanguard
Scouting for attention –
The prime of succulence
Rewarded:
Not least, the largess of breast
That offered up foundation to the hand.

Completion begged for open legs
As readiness accorded.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012

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