Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,565 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Heavenly Godly - Poem by Mark Heathcote

She likes to brush her tongue deep and softly,
Into the corners of his, mouth until he sucks.
She likes to twist her hips, her heavenly body,
Serpentine …till he spoons into her arms.

Her scent is heady, he is drowning to breathe.
She wants only to entwine him like honeysuckle
Bathe in his waves, like a salty mermaid—
Sing on his breast like a dark midnight angel.

Feeling heavenly godly
Feeling heavenly godly
Heaven, godly…
Feeling heavenly godly
Feeling heavenly godly
Heaven, godly…
Feeling heavenly godly
Feeling heavenly godly
Heaven, godly…
Filled with his; fluorescent light.

Filled with his; fluorescent light.
She likes to twist her hips, her heavenly body,
Serpentine kiss and spoon vanilla pods
Heaven, godly…
Heaven, godly…
Heaven, godly…


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 18, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, August 18, 2014


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