Sea Salted Kisses


Rescue me from men 
who kiss with lips tight 
as mother's old girdle, 
see females as holes 
to spade in the dark and 
when asked about foreplay 
drag out their golf clubs 
in utter confusion. 
Give me a man who 
wraps his tongue 
tight around mine 
knows what spaces 
to stroke 
and explore, 
a man who will 
take the damp side 
of the bed, and dampen 
it again, who will sigh 
deeply as the moon falls 
over the sea, 
knowing salt-borne 
dreams will arouse us 
over and yet 
over again when 
morning tides rise 
and the seagulls sing.
 
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Pris Campbell makes angels wings on her bedspread in her spare time between writing weird poems about dead people and old loves. She lives now in South Florida and is convinced it'll sink before the end of the next decade from the weight of too many condos and resorts. She has published eight collections of poetry...read more and her poetry has been seen lurking in such journals as Outlaw Poetry Review, Chiron Review, Boxcar Review, Red Fez, Rusty Truck, PoetsArtists and many others.
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  1 week ago
Nice poem, very sensual, can feel the tension and desire!
  1 week ago
Thanks for feading and liking.

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