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Play me some blues,
don’t read me the news.
Do that slow thing,
that make-me-moan thing.
Gloss my lips,
rock my hips.
Open me wide,
slide inside.
Do that slow thing,
that make-me-moan thing.
Oh, take me down below the delta,
and be my shelter.
I’ll find a storm,
keep you warm.
Do that slow thing,
that make-me-moan thing.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (5)
Your subtitle actually made me laugh out loud. very spiiiicy
Your imagery is vivid and immersive, appealing to multiple senses simultaneously. The way you blend movement, sound, and touch gives the poem a palpable, almost performative energy.
Spicy! I love the rhythm of this!
I can help. ;)
Sizzle.