When In Rome… ~ Tess Fox

Brown skin, smooth lips, bee stung

Hiding the expanse of her insatiable tongue

Lulling her with lyrics


Melodic original salty slang

Reserved for the ear of an ethereal queen

Rousing her

From her imperial dial

To the facets of flesh

Beneath her spleen

Swells to her touch

Her scent a mix of milk and musk

For more poetry from Tess Fox see Modern Man and Stuck in the middle with two, also published by feminaust

Photo borrowed from jemsweb‘s album on Flickr under Creative Commons license

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About MsElouise

MsElouise is a community programs worker and feminist from Melbourne Australia. She likes to travel, write, rant and make people feel uncomfortable about their assumptions. She hopes to one day be remembered for changing the world just a little bit. Right now she does this by proving that teenage girls are a higher order of beings.

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