Poetry

Delicious

I saw your
delicious neck
as you tilted
your head back
to laugh.
I was captivated,
and it was damn sexy.

© Sarah Doughty

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27 thoughts on “Delicious”

  1. If you’d said “throat” rather than neck, I’d have been dreaming of a vampire! Good one, once again! Poets like you allow me to safely let my love emotions run wild: they stay in your poem, and that’s exactly where they belong.

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      1. Maybe a poem that uses the urge to survive in animals as a metaphor for lust would be interesting… And probably graphic… Maybe I should write that…

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