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.
dead beat poet 
an alluring poem, well done
very magical word flow.
keep it up.
🙂
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