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Shofi Ahmed May 2017
Art, a smile like the one
on the face of Mona Lisa.
Curved like the waxing moon
above the sea.
Light a flame before a face
yet to be seen.
What will it prevail,
will it show once for all
a slow tilt on the smiling lips
—a curve softly locks on
a rose from the sun,
or a shadow beneath the moon?
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
Sara Kellie Jul 10
Lipstick kisses,
we're both wearing red.
I motion her over and onto our bed.
Blood red smeared across our lips.
I keep her enticed, I straddle her hips.
Seductively playing,
I'm touching my lips.
Long acrylic nails,
for us never fails.
I show her a ***** and
she gently wails.

She's waiting,
my sweetheart,
I **** her so much.
We ****, we're on fire
and I wonder,
which of us holds the power.
I, in all honesty is hoping it's her,
'cause then I'll continue this life
in her beautiful blur.

Poetry by Kaydee.
A girl in love with another girl.
oh, rose addicted lips,
cruel and beautiful,
whisper your gentle lies
and ponder;
what do you despise more,
the ache or the release?
writerReader Jan 2015
our lips
touched and
I tasted blood
as we
we’re tangled in sheets, and i’m moving from your lips,
to your cheek – i feel your fingertips trace,
the outline of my face, and we’re breathless;
you called my mouth the horizon.

the only time i really feel loved,
is when i’m on your tongue,
    when you hold me down
    when you mark me up;
come on, look at me, baby,
eyes filled with ****.

i can’t keep away from your touch;
fill me up in ways i didn’t know i was empty and call it love,
because i just wanna feel whole again.

rob kistner Aug 16

young orchid fresh-bloomed
engorged with succulence
bursting with life’s urgency
vibrantly seductive

dewy lips of supple petal
lay open in offered sweet delight
velvet pistil of gentle blush
enwrapped in throat of fiery hue

this vision of tender ecstasy
entices with a lilting sway
a fragrance to intoxicate
wafting from the luscious folds

breathing in the rich bouquet
all senses stirred and tantalized
my eyes embrace this visage rare
pleasured in the heady moment

captive by such vital beauty
consumed one savors fully
exquisitely delicious
this tender bud full bloomed


rob kistner © 2009
revision © 2018
Enjoy this how you will.
i hope you remember me –
a sensation –
left in traces on your lips.

i hope you remember me,
as the scent of daisies,
i gave to your skin.

i hope you remember me,
like those mornings,
we spent lazily in bed.

i hope you remember me,
as a love note –
and carry me with you on your way.

i hope you remember me,
from time to time –
each day.

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