Every new word I find,
Leaps of a books page,
Tantalizing my mouth,
Tongue ties around the sultry feel,
Recovering against the roof of my mouth,
Titalatingly,
Words,
Like Pulp,
Pulsating,
Jirating,twisting,salivating,
I devour a test,
From a Virgin author,
Winking as I devour her passionately,
So easily sinking my teeth,
Into a ghost mystery of Victoria Laurie,
Or a Witch mystery of Karen Blackwell,
Or sultry Janet Evanovitch,
Come and hear me devour a text,
I have gotten a heap better then just after my demise,
No pon intended,
I literally died December third 2014,