"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Sugar Tea

He drank tea
from the hollow
of her throat.

He liked the
sugar song
of her voice
when she moaned
his name, and
pink blushes
on porcelain.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

(Catching up...I missed posting a poem on day 23 of #NaPoWriMo 2016)


Rommy said...

Dang...that's an interesting spot for tea! :D I like the mixing of tea's restraint and passion's rashness.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a beautifully sensuous write..!!!

angieinspired said...

1 lump, or 2?? Discreetly delicious

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...


Outlawyer said...

Ha. A lot of fun. k.

brudberg said...

I thought you did it with champagne... but tea sounds great too.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Such a delicious sip... I hope the tea wasn't too hot... unless she liked it that way. ;-)

Kerry O'Connor said...

Agghhh! That opening image is just beautiful. (One of those times I'm filled with poet-envy!)

Hannah said...

So sexy! Love it, Susie.

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