Is this what passion feels like -
Lingering in the nook,
Created between damp lips met in soft quiverings?
Idling saucily in the bowl that,
Balances in my shoulder -
Dripping down my chest, to my breast
And resting...
Does passion taste sweet,
With a hint of anger,
That sounds like,
If one's lips won't suffice,
The teeth will?
Teasing with fury,
As if tempting the jury,
Peeking down at one,
From above.
---
Or, is passion the heat,
That arises between,
Two lovers, merely,
Sharing a kiss?
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC
Is this what passion feels like -
Lingering in the nook,
Created between damp lips met in soft quiverings?
Idling saucily in the bowl that,
Balances in my shoulder -
Dripping down my chest, to my breast
And resting...
Does passion taste sweet,
With a hint of anger,
That sounds like,
If one's lips won't suffice,
The teeth will?
Teasing with fury,
As if tempting the jury,
Peeking down at one,
From above.
---
Or, is passion the heat,
That arises between,
Two lovers, merely,
Sharing a kiss?
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
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