ODE to a SMITH

Rolling off the tongue, A metamorphosed shtick of pleasure. In and out In and out – ┬áit moves with rigorous friction and pressure. A bitter sweet taste of everlasting serenity, Only drowned by the spittle seeping from the lip-side. One might groan and moan from the intense pleasure; Yet is steady as not to release the logoligied juice of intensity! As we near the peak … Continue reading ODE to a SMITH