pandafaye

Perhaps I'll begin with a haiku:

Gratification
Oily wet between our legs
Burning like a coal



And some freeform:

fumble, fumble
words without meaning
seep through my lips
and call themselves verse
tit tat
of diversion
crawling into my mouth
overwhelming my brain
and spewing its false credits
out the tips
of these nimble
fingers

tecoyah

Gratification
Oily wet between our legs
Burning like a coal

OK.....Now I'm all horny......Damn

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

Sultana

I like them both, a lot. The second one is especially cool, I like the idea of poetry going through the mouth, to the brain instead of the more typical vision of brain to mouth.

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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -

Matt Groening

My goal? To fulfill my potential.

HedwigStrange

I really like the haiku. In other words... it made me tingly. However, is "oily" really the right word there? Coals and oil are kind of a weird combination of imagery.