Yellow drops of pucker power
to quench a writers long lost thirst
glands swell from nature’s sour
auto-writing in red here is a first.
Bite in now and let the drops drip
strands of thick pulp flossing teeth
rejoice in the juice and take a sip
taste-buds tingle from underneath.
Stimulate and reverberate your mind
in a room full of aetherspheric looks
reading poems around your own kind
embrace the pucker then write your books.
an alluring poem, well done
very magical word flow.
keep it up.
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