AS-Something Called 'Jouissance'

Late morning A bug slipped into The petals of a rose Sucking at her mouth A prisoner of juice Full of hunger For delight He enjoyed 'jouissance' Sucking is living is Sensuality is lovely Polishing his life With dewdrops of morn All the energy dripping out On the body clandestine He buzzed and buzzed Life is love is life is 'Jouissance' is jollity in extreme... Ayten Suvak