Her laugh,
it tickles the back of my throat.
Strands of her hair,
get caught in our lips.
I bite her,
to quiet myself.
But the sound she makes,
shook me to the core.

   Drugs, ***, and Rock n' Roll.
But not in that order.

   The windows fog,
the car stalls;
My face,
buried in her neck.
Her mouth on mine;
My shoulder, collar bone, neck,------

    She takes a moment,
to look at myself.
Empty words tell me,
I'm "Beautiful".
And the look in her eyes,
scare me to death.

     Her car smells like a 'One-night Stand',
but her eyes hope for something more.

For J.M.

If there is an Angel,
my Angel
is a **** brunette.
Doe eyes,
stunning brown,
dark with eyeliner.

Soft pieces of the sky
wet her skin
It is far too tight and thin.

Rose tattoo
twinkle on her face,
shooting across the skies
of her cheeks.

A lower
Lip bruise
Accentuates

The **** curve
Of her pouty lips.

I bite my lip
And it leaves a mark,
Anything to take you off my mind.

Yeah I bite my lip
In hopes of blood
In hopes of pain
To feel something else
To take you off my mind.
Like a
"Squeeze my hand and the shot won't hurt."
Or a
"Rip off the bandaid real quick."
But it doesn't work.

So I bite my lip
To think of something else
To take you off my mind.

So imagine my surprise
When I bite my lip
And instead of pain
I get memories.
Of you slipping your lip
Between your teeth
And biting down ever so slightly
Ever so sultry
Ever so ****
HOW DO YOU DO THAT.

You're the last thing that I need
But you're the first thing on my mind
And I don't mind no I don't mind
You filling up all of my head.
But see I have another who should be there,
Filling up my thoughts and taking claim of my heart.
Yeah and they rightfully earned their place there.
Oh but you just slipped in
(you sneaky **** *******)
Just the way your lip slips between your teeth.

So I can't bite my lip
I can't make myself bleed
Because I only taste you
In my mouth.
And I only feel you
On my tongue.
And I only want you
In my thoughts.
And I can't take you
Off my mind.

Your whiskey lips
are haunting me
with words of
what if
and what could be.

The dream of us may be more damaging I fear,
than where life has lead us to my dear.
I steer clear from your gaze for all the ways
they make me feel like old days;

scared, insecure, miserable,
happy.

"I just want one kiss",
a trip into bliss that you'll miss.
But your phantom lips have left me aching
from the past that we have been making.
And that pain has got me breaking.
Daydreaming a life from which I'm waking.

Back to reality,
a life cast in duality.
The world stripped of sensuality but revisited at night.
A happiness best taken in sips, and although I've woken, my heart rips
because I can still
feel
your
lips.

Love was on the verge of my lips
And I
I did not write it.
And I
I did not say it.
Even
I did not want it

Love poem
Go to the end

Today it’s
Lips
Lips
Lips
I am obsessed
With red
Or black
Lips
Goth
Jeweled
Pierced
Lips
Uncovered
Or smothered
With lipstick
It doesn’t matter
Even though
It will pass
But in poetry
Right now
It’s lips lips lips

You make me laugh and cry
You say horrid things to me and never explain why
Why do you make fun
When I sometimes think of you as more than the sun

I think it's cute when you subtly flirt
But your repulsive when you treat me like dirt
You will act like a fool
And don't care if you are cool

Overall you're not that bad
You just sometimes make me a little sad
I know if I told you my feelings you would flip
So when I want to hide my smile I'll just bite my lip

He hit
me hard
with
His big head.
My lip
turned red
as
it bled.