Lips heat singes the nape of my neck flesh,
Breath hotter then 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 sear 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 Poem has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes withone syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. 