South OF THE EQUATOR

My lips south of the equator

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Swells , pulsate ,percolate

with anticipation

moistened by the heat

Of two body’s in

Animation simply suspend

In a Nongravitational pull

spending moisture

That drips like teardrops that

Land like soften dew droplets

on red rose petals seeping

Deep down inside the folds that form me melting molten tasty

insatiable thrills that coat

The throat sizzle the heart

And encases the soul

5/30/19. Mya