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Lick me
like an ice cream cone
Catch
my dribbled form
with your tongue

Bite
into my bones
Hear
that satisfying crunch

Savor
my sweetness
****
the sticky taste
from your fingers

Devour me,
your prey
Katie Elzinga May 2015
Music is her mother, it seems to rock her to sleep
with every pick of a guitar she drifts away.
It comforts every cry, and fills every crack in her heart
putting her back together piece by piece,
note by note.

Music is a stranger, she saw once in the rain
he gave her his umbrella and she kept it.
The rain beat on his head, but he didn't regret a thing,
saving a girl from that cold, dark place
was worth it.

Music is a dog, who knows when she is sad
and licks her face just to rid her of her tears.
He is smiling and sniffing her raven black hair,
he's trying to let her know that he cares
a lot.

Music is the sun, who shines down on her
and pushes away all of the dark clouds.
She lets her know that darkness is not for forever,
but it is necessary for people to appreciate
the stars.
I just wrote this for my friend literally two seconds ago, so feedback is very much appreciated !!
the mindset that you bring to it
the taste of your thoughts
a lick would slide down your throat
like a fish headed back to
water
quaintwhispers Mar 2015
As I spat out my feelings for you
another girl licked them up
...
Nienke Mar 2014
one day you’ll lick all these tears away
wash them off my face and taste the salt water
you’ll get to know the pain of my heart, bled dry
J A M Aug 2014
The wee little troll
He licked my arm
I really don't think
He meant any harm
****** and disgusting
In his piggish ways
He moves very slowly
And begins to play
In his pointy shoes
He runs and frolics
Falls on his face
Wrinkles his nose
Decides to sit down
And begin to show
How he can behave
To receive his treat
Which is a nice rub
To his wee, little, feet
Justin S Wampler Aug 2014
Drowning in the thick blanket of sleep
flailing frantically towards consciousness
awakening in a throbbing rigid mess
from the dreams spent buried deep
in her dripping-wet clutch
Jd Schooley Jun 2014
Are there cool mountain streams
That only you know?
Take me there!

Do the colors in your mind
Release the sensations of hot and cold together?
Take me there!

Is the road you seek
Full of pleasurable curves and bumps?
Take me there!

Will you lick the blade
Searching out all the juices?
Take me there!

Is there a point where your heat
Is almost scalding?
Take me there!

When reaching the summit
Is it about conquest?
Or, how you take me there too?
http://therepurposedmale.blogspot.com/2014/06/take-me-there.html
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