Sunburn: A Poem

The unpleasant
rough rasp
of an unwanted tongue
sliding and slippery
slowly and smell
over virgin skin,
sending pebbles
and tired resignation
over trapped skin.

Dark spots clouding
as teeth join tongue
draining, drawing
out the sexless
hopeless, helpless
touch of the flushed.

Burning too bright.
Burning too bold.
Burning too sun.

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