Dear, lustrous gilt, tantalising tactile vessel,

Your satin coarseness stimulates my digit tips.
My nervous system fires, enflaming forearms, cheeks,
And, back of my throat tickles…..nails down a chalkboard;
Irritation, balanced with gratification.

My lips enjoy your silkiness afore sipping.

Thank you, from your admirer, theINFP.

Apple podcast search theINFP to listen to me reciting the poem below: