so that summer
we fell in love
all of us

and none of us were ever the same

and how the music filled us better than any
meal we had ever eaten
and how the smile of a friend was the
only success we'd ever needed
and how the first kiss was the best
but every one after was as soft or hard as
the love we thought we'd lost when the
lies they told us lowered our eyes
and how I thought I knew it would never end
and how I knew it would
and how the music filled us better than any God

so that summer
we fell in love
all of us

and none of us were ever the same

I can taste blood when I kiss you
Falling victim
To the sweet, salacious lies
Hidden under your tongue
Tantalizing my sex
And fucking with my emotions

The crimson drops from your mouth
Seeping into mine
Dripping from my chin
And covering my body
Until my skin is no longer visible

A longing for more
But the begging to pause
Drinking in the alcohol
The sultry nicotine
That is your breath
Your lips

Painting the truth ruby red
From locked tongues
Choked words
And silenced honesty

A blur of desire
Curtaining the actuality
Drowning in the blood
Spilled
From your lips.

The blood is just supposed to signify lies.

If your in a relationship with a significant other, and all they really want to do is have sex/do something sexual, it's not a relationship.  If all you want is a sexual relationship, go for it! Otherwise, get out. They're using you.

Uneasiness
And insecurity
Because maybe he won't like
The way I move my mouth

But when my lips
Officially greet his
For the first time
I forget why I was anxious
Or why I popped 16 mints
Or put on an extra coat of Chapstick
Because I can taste him

I can taste another human being
But it isn't classified as cannibalism
Because I'm not eating them
Simply tasting
A delicious mixture
Of love and lust
But really
What's the difference?

There's a tongue between my lips
Not mine
Fucking my mouth
Choking me
… In that sexy kinda way

Part of someone else
Is inside me
Interlocking body parts
Exchanging saliva
A cringe worthy thought
Simultaneously turning me on

Maybe I'm a good kisser
But how am I to tell?
I know he's a good kisser
I know
Because he makes me moan
He makes me hungry for more
Or maybe
I'm just easy like that

Our teeth clash
But I don't bite
Although
Sometimes
I chew on his lower lip
It still
Doesn't classify as cannibalism.

The science behind kissing really isn't cannibalism.

Based off my first kiss!

Nothing good happens after 4 am.
This was the time when my negligent lust began.
The hour of which my angels are locked up by my demons;
time to release Dracula’s descendant to begin hunting season.

Ready,
to slowly empty my next victim of their feelings.

Swallow these words in between your moans.
Let them send chills down your spine
as you brave intimate relations with a vampire’s blood line.

Without this hour, my favorite part of me would not exist
Making monsters out of the ones I once loved with a deathly kiss.

Hidden within the earthy depth
only emerges with time
only dances in tangent
now slips out with the butterflies.  
Now the nightingales singing aloud!

One has spoken out, one blew
a kiss out off the dark seed.
Ah, what then broke through?
Up from the sky the blue-nymph  
dropped down on the scene!
One that hid blurring that's image
on the mirror is that now been seen?

Pouring rain singing down to primulas
Paints it with all the colours of the wind
now the Spring picked up her paintbrush.

Rain some colour blow a kiss of the flower
paint it out of the mirror!

Knowing that it was at my home,
And right in front of where I sleep,
Now I hold her tight in my arms,
Under her chin I put my fingers,
Pull her blushing face upwards,
Reading her thoughts in her eyes,
I now peck her lips so delicately,
Yes I am going to remember this,
And I will not kiss anyone else.

Kissing for me was just pecking,
I'm thinking not of a French Kiss,
Suddenly I felt her mouth open,
Slithered out her tongue then,
Enjoying she is this moment,
Dry lips of mine felt her saliva.

My inexperienced self fumbled,
Enjoying she was but I pause.

Fix my eyes open on her shut ones,
I can't explain the feeling properly,
Remember the moment I'll forever,
Suddenly her eyes open on pause,
Till ages I'll 'member the look on her face.

Acrostic
My HP Poem #1549
©Atul Kaushal

A spell of handsomeness
into a zipper tonight
that harrow mist there fraught
why hers is sheer
a fascinating whim
both together though hardly a tack
in a bed of satin.  Alas

I get so distracted with your soft lips
The heart-like shape it forms when you slightly pout―
How sinfully tempting

I wonder how it would feel like
To have it pressed against mine
And taste the sweetness it has to offer
While our bodies are intertwined

Him

In a course of foggy nights
An unknown creature
Slithered down your scarlet vines,
Casting features
Of his briskly vibes

Beauty demons of his smile
In his heart commence,
Run a mile,
Cross his muscles
Cross his vitals, veins and keep him hence.

And his lips of pink will smell
familiar
Like a breath that swells
This evening,

When you are
A billion shiny kissing cells.

Not me&Not about me
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