Tickle My Tongue, Scratch My Skin

Collaboration of Rachel Harvey & Loki of Literati

The following transpired as a text conversation. 1 flow sent out, 1 backrhyme response a half hour later. No editing was done in post and I have changed nothing save for adding titles and securing the authoress's permission to publish.


"Holy shit, that's what it feels like on the receiving end of a backrhyme!"      -Loki


Part I:

Tickle My Tongue, Scratch My Skin
By Loki of Literati

All your huffing is just hot gas
Watch your back when I drop a match!
Catch up quick, I'm a walking box of matchsticks!

So match me on this gold mine,
I'm enrapt when other cold minds
Track the holes I adapt underlined

Spackle like magic to hack with me fine
Tackle the tableau rich to mix
Twist my licks to a backrhyme!
That's my fastest attention blind

That's what stops my step
Puts a cleft beat in my chest
Every time!

Give me a mistress who can keep up with the vicious wishlist
Of a hard-tested, cards of scars vetted, unpardonable gnarled artist,

Sprinkling bliss at the peak

Of being tipsy on the clit
To speak entirely in verse, wily to converse
What I disperse isn't controversial
It's unrehearsed truth universal!

Boost these clues back to the first
And roll?...           ...Stop my soul.
Mistress who can reach the hidden bits
Whittling shit to tickle my tongue tip!



Part II:
Response by Rachel Harvey

Give me a mistress who can keep up with the vicious wishlist
Of a hard-tested, cards of scars vetted, unpardonable gnarled artist,
Give me a monsieur who can keep up with the cynically sarcastic feminist view

Escape departed to wit, cunning linguist, running distinct riffs,
Sprinkling bliss at the peak
Talk to me dear of your cheek

Of being tipsy on the clit
Drink from that slit
To speak entirely in verse, wily to converse

And yet you rock my 'solo'verse
What I disperse isn't controversial
Helloooooo can't you understand my spiel?

It's unrehearsed truth universal!
In your face, mentally simple
Boost these clues back to the first

And roll?...           ...Stop my soul,

Mistress who can reach my hidden bits
Trip quick, don't stop to let me snip!
Whittling shit to tickle my tongue tip!

So match me on this gold mine
And yet, all that's gold doesn't always shine
I'm enrapt when other cold minds

Lay off the mental ice cream
Track the holes I adapt underlined
Follow your steps--    so easy to find!

Spackle like magic to hack with me fine
Tackle
Score
Every time!

The tableau rich to mix
Yes, you can share my wine
Twist my licks to a backrhyme!

You can try to lick me any time
Sealed with a kiss
That's my fastest attention blind

Yes, it isn't lined
That's what stops my step
Arrest my heart

Puts a cleft beat in my chest
My feet can't stop keeping the beat
All your huffing is just hot gas

Go ahead, deny, deny and yet...
Watch your back when I drop a match!
Catch up quick, I'm—We're--a walking box of Matchsticks!