Play me some blues,
don’t read me the news.
Do that slow thing,
that make-me-moan thing.
Gloss my lips,
rock my hips.
Open me wide,
slide inside.
Do that slow thing,
that make-me-moan thing.
Oh, take me down below the delta,
and be my shelter.
I’ll find a storm,
keep you warm.
Do that slow thing,
that make-me-moan thing.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (5)
Your subtitle actually made me laugh out loud. very spiiiicy
Your imagery is vivid and immersive, appealing to multiple senses simultaneously. The way you blend movement, sound, and touch gives the poem a palpable, almost performative energy.
Spicy! I love the rhythm of this!
I can help. ;)
Sizzle.