#bicurious
her tongue is a serpent
slithering slowly into my mouth
careful not to let the poison touch me
she tastes dangerous like smoke
and breath mints
i can feel her pumping through my veins,
coursing through my heart
she is now a part of me
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
I don’t really know where I fit
In the grand scheme of things
Nothing seems to be ‘it’
I’m not lesbian or straight
But I love in between
I don’t think I see gender
It just depends on your reality
I want to hold a woman
But I love holding onto my man
I guess I’m just curious
To understand how it feels
To love a familiar figure in my arms
To explore what that means
Because love is love
I guess someday I’ll find where mine lies
In the six colours of the rainbow
I’m sure it resides.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC
I don't think, I really want this...
But surely, I
still have the eyes, to perceive
that she's the kind of,
fever dream
that makes grown men, and women,
lament, and weep
for the way, her jeans
gather round, her knees, and thighs--
for the way, her eyes...
pay homage, to the ancient skies...
would you take...a ride?
And, hey...would I...?
I don't think I might...
but she asserts her swerve,
with a certain sway,
and her curves,
would serve,
as hors d'oeuvres,
for days.
Her fruity lips...
with a sparkle glaze
they trickle...dark...as marmalade.
But if harvested, late...
what's their carnal taste?
...Is she the mark, on the grave,
by which, I think...I know myself?
No...I don't think I really want this...
not a shiver, runs through me.
But, sue me...for looking,
when she's so ******* juicy...
does it consume me?
Does it titillate me?
...I don't feel me, hyperventilating?
What if she turned, to face me?
To lay me, lace me
between her thighs...
internalized; eternal lies,
to sate me,
with her flavor, to bait me
acerbic, and savory...
Her skin, burning, like a lamp wire,
and her fingertips, debasing me.
What if I, was her vampire,
and she,
the one slaying me?
A slaking queen...
aching to break, her thirst...
so, what if I staked her, first...?
Would she mortify,
like ash?
Or would she forge, a lighted path,
and make me wish,
she had, forced...my hand?
No...I don't think I really want this...
not a shiver, runs through me.
But, sue me...for looking,
when she's so ******* juicy.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 2:22 AM UTC