Sensual Poetry

He kissed
On my
Epiphany
Bringing forth
The realization
Of taste
Mingling
Against tongue
Parting the
Sea of my
Thought
Inducing the
Nature of my
Ink to
Careen
Along the
Fine
Lines
Of tempered
Ebony
As his
Hands
Marvel
At the
Feel
Of
My sensual
Poetry.
©Tam 4/28/15
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