French Tongue - sometimes i like2 re-work a poem using same or similar words

[l0nnieugene]

My French tongue?
more than an inch hung
in the root of Your mouth
while my hands concentrated on,
contemplated
the fruit of Your south.

I speak neither evil nor French.
My expertise is retrieval of suspense
& ecstasies
in comparably bearably bland lives
in which they narratively, barely can survive.

I’ve been told I’m a dauntless, accomplished
1st place French kisser
& probably have encountered few
thirst - erased - quenched resisters.
If being impressed good naturedly mattered
I guess I should be blazingly flattered
--making a mad trot dash 4hot flash
scald-proof of that so-called truth--
But I prefer 2b frank & smile,
say I’m neither a Francophile
nor Francophobic
tho the nation does not rank as utopic.
I know it 4Paris, bread, braids,
fairly priced wines, toy poodles;
--lovers unembarrassed,
beds unmade, a carefree life’s divine,
why employ scruples.

Nah, I’m not even a 10th French!
My kisses’ wishes, if imbued with any value,
is that they’ll have YOU enthused,
infused with the arousal of nostalgia
--astro-Afro, transporting & courting
You along Caribbean routes,
close 2r amphibian roots
--imagined having Your heart tweaked,
Your freak peaked on Martinique
Lying soft, drying off
on white sands, my right hand
rubbing Your bikini
as if it were a genie
as my left kept
making the surround sound
of unusual music
on Your ‘G’ cleft
Ahhhh, the exhilaration of thrill ovations.
& in some flame twitched/itched language
You’d sigh sinful
& I’d accurately interpret,
even tho factually, on surface
I’m not bi-lingual.
We’re in the tropics but You speak some Coptic
all the while peaking, speaking in melodic, methodic,
vintage Exotica , authentic Erotica
desirous of an Osiris & I, the nicest Isis
--the innovation in penetration Seeker
4as I enter, roam, probe
Your inner globe You moan an invitation: ‘Deeper.’
We both want a stress-easing life,
& copulation, w/w/o ovulation,
is best4 relieving strife.

[robbboy2003]

I read this without restraint,because I didn't have the taint of a softer shoulder looking for a saint.

This time was fine to get in line,of a poets scribe that was right on time and his work is very inspiring in my mind.

To do a poem let alone rework it sometimes frazzles the bones,because a poets work comes from a place akin to birthing from his loins. A hearty hand and go and behest and do what you do poet the best.

[l0nnieugene]

robbboy, i read your work without restraint2. & believe me, i'm no saint!(smile)
Thanx again4 taking the time 2read me.