A lover without a pinch of rhetoric is as  
though empty gestures; 
I’d rather prefer it to be unmistakable, 
feel it like the length of jalapeno  
with my tongue 
and then have him pour 
milk down my throat, and spill on cheeks  
and chin.  





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Posted for Quadrille #193 @dVerse Poets Pub