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Austin Stafford Sep 2018
Lungs breathe stories
Heart beats poetry
Mouth hums dreams
Mind watches memories
Eyes exposes soul
Pyrrha Sep 2018
Carefully the needle penetrates into my skin
With every new puncture the thread follows along

In and out again and again
Till it reaches the end and finally
A harsh pull, a few tugs

Then the string is snipped free at last
Its been completely sewn shut

Only after you closed me up
Did you ask me how my day was
How I was feeling

But what could I say
With my mouth sewn shut?
Abdulrhman Sep 2018
nah
i want to taste your voice

please

sing in my mouth.
Haruharu Sep 2018
With my eyes closed I still feel the humid air.
I hear the chaos of a city that never sleeps.

It's been two years.
A place that used to be my home, my future.
My mouth still knows the lyrics to songs in a foreign language.

So much has happened since.

As I sing I come to terms that I'm at peace.
I no longer wish for a life that could've been.

I'm here. I'm safe. I'm happy.

The question marks are gone.
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
heikkitsh Sep 2018
I want to hold you tight and kiss you.
I want to send chills down your spine,
And make you arch your back in ecstasy.
I want to kiss you,
And not just on your lips;
I want to give you a full body massage -
With my lips, with my tongue.
I want to kiss you reverently,
Till you can't ask for more.
I want to kiss you throughout the night,
All day long, from dawn till dusk.
I want to kiss you at twilight.
I want to kiss you - only You.
Jean Sep 2018
Your lips pulled at mine
******* me forward
Your mouth a vortex
A vaccumn in the cavern
And somehow
I think I gave it light
Composed on 8.31.18.
S Aug 2018
I like it when you tell lies
They taste so sweet in your mouth
The Writer Aug 2018
Honey drips from my mouth,
an endless cascade of gold
sickly sweet and clingy viscous,
gluing my lips together in a
delicious wall of sugary words

and silence.

Pry it free from sticky amber,
let the bitterness flow instead
like angry bees exiting their hive.
Stingers made not of poison nor
vicious intent meant to harm,

but of brutal honesty.
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