oyster sauce

i took my time
licking the warm terrine
off her toes
even longer pouring hot jazz
into her belly button
her fingers tasted like oyster sauce
her leather garnished pussy
wetter than the night's thunder
in one misdirected X-rated
Heimlich maneuver
the silk sheets turned to glass

©2005 by Michael Riley

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Michael Riley is an Australian poet. His poems have appeared, or are set to appear, in Niederngrasse, Sidereality, Tryst, Mind Caviar, Stylus Poetry Journal, Going Down Swinging, The Rose & Thorn, and many other fine journals. He holds a Bachelor of Arts from James Cook University and hopes to one day compile a book of erotic poetry.