With Love

You fly to me, moth on silver wing,
to light on my mind and stare within.
 
You slip off your veil of glacial ice,
and gather me unto your fiery breasts.
 
Your electric tongue, like a snake out of hell,
enters my eyes and licks my brain.
 
Sulfuric acid drips from your smile
as you swallow me deep within.

poem by Rick Stokes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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