One Egg

gOt but one egg
more
the broken shell
who can repair it?

gOt one egg still
and it will be for yOu
you may suck it again
like the way you sucked my being
last hOt night

i am sucked and i give it all
i am empty and i am full
one egg lies on the plate
and you still want it raw

slipping so smoothly in your throat
like a slimy
kind of lOve enjoyed by secret fools
like us...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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