Tormented... Nonet & Reverse Nonet Poem

Lips heat singe the nape of my neck flesh,

Breath hotter than the sun swirls on

Its smooth warm expose flesh

Waking up my desire

While his bulbous tip

Spread swollen lips,

Inner heat

Consumes

Me

My

Body

Consumption

Of his shear heat

Torments the passion

Building up inside me

That soon has to be released

By dredging of his outreached mast

Inside the confines of my womb walls

A nonet is a nine line poem. 

The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line has seven syllables. 

That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. 

Nonets can be written about any subject. 

Rhyming is optional.

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