Ecstasy

Ecstasy

Her toes! her toes! I love her toes so!
More luscious than any veggies that grow.
They taste like berries ripe on the vine
and  tickle my taster like blackberry wine.
I can’t get enough, so its open-toed shoes
she wears when out so as not to lose
the chance to suckle like in mathematics class.
I’ll slither past desks like a snake in the grass
then yum on her wigglers til I hear her sigh,
informing we’ve just transmogrified Pi.  
 
                          





© 2022 Monte Zouma

© Guest - 09-06-22-10:01 PM


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