Skin by Nicole Terry   From between my succulent lips, exhaled in anxious breath, in the wake of carnal tongue, into your gaping mouth of perfect “O”, full of garden promise & inspired kiss, sighing for sapience within the solitary screams of a fallen raven awaiting the indigo repose of nirvana; know the flavor of my pathetic beauty: pain, exquisite in my fetal embrace, awashed in scarlet rain, into ancient rent: Allow me your mind. .  .                         & flesh. © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [back to Sensual Poetry]  [back to Poems]