Your Head

More than enough

Ann Marie Steele
Scrittura

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Photo by Pavel Nekoranec on Unsplash

I Don’t Know When
Your Head Started
Playing Hop Scotch
In My Head
But My Pussy Knew
Suffice It To Say
You’re More
Than Enough

But I’ll Never
Get Enough
Of You
My Iron Man
Taming Me With

Your Iron Rod
Your MIG
In Mine
Me, Myself And
My Pretty
Poontang
Falling To
My Knees

Match Between
My Teeth
Throwing
Fire
With My Tongue

Embers Slowly
Flickering
Waiting To
Somersault Airborne
To Keep
This Mission
Alive

Incited By
Kosmic Kisses
A Blanket
Of Skin
And Just Enough
Hot Coals
Wishing This
Fire Walking Game
Never To end
Standing Erect

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Ann Marie Steele
Scrittura

I write about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.