[Unique Tastes] a poem

I must have licked every follicle from
your lips to your toes,
and with every brush of taste,
a taste so unique becomes

If you’ve no heard of me,
or hear tell of the infamy that
englobes me;

I am the intrepid ruinous,
the self-destructive sole species
surviving that lingers and thrives on
the pursuit of every taste a woman
can offer

So offer deeply,
offer abruptly,
offer abundantly



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [AutoErotic Fatalities]