my criminal self

my criminal self
leans
to slide a cidered tongue against your cock
the taste is something
summer
oceansoaked hair
warm pretzels on the boardwalk
a craving tinted in the thick glossy pleasure
of doing something you shouldn't
burning to watch the flame
teasing to watch the torment

i cover you with my
tenacious young mouth
crafty hands pressed into your thighs
my nomad tongue a living thing
against your brazen pulse

©2005 by Amy Soppet

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Amy Soppet has been published online at yensa.org, cornerpoetry.com, and isavo.net. Her publication credits include pieces in Agneiszka's Dowry, Crossroads and Outerbridge. Her work has appeared most recently on her refrigerator, where she left it after missing a deadline for submission.