Crack. Pop. Snap. Pop. Crack.
Your lips melt in my mouth
like marshmallows, gooey,
cloying on my tongue. The
fallen tree becomes our bed
before the fire, a soundtrack
to our exploration of one
another. Crack. Your hand
under my skirt. Pop. Kiss
on my neck. Snap. My fingers
through your hair. Pop. Shirt
tossed to the flames. Crack.
Your bare chest press hard
against mine. Snap. Goes
my bra strap. Together we
make delicious s’mores.
© 2017 Nortina Simmons
Written for English #frapalywo. #Frapalywo is a German poetry challenge for Mrs. Paulchen’s poetry week. All this week, we are writing poems about our theme, noise. Today’s prompt is “at the campfire.”
Sweet s’mores, can we get some mores,😉
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