2022 Poetry Collection


A whisper drips 

——–From the tip of his tongue

—————-And slides into her ear

——–Flowing thick and smooth 

—————-Like drops of honey in her morning tea

——–Slipping down her spine

He spills himself 

Into crevices 

Only he can find


Twisting her arms around him

Pulling him close

Inhaling the recycled air

Through heavy breaths

She tastes his coffee 

Flowing freely through her field of mint


Sinking deeper,

She digs into him

Leaving marks

Only she will see

Before he is lost

In her,


Gabe Muzzolini

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