Saturday, March 2, 2013

Lips (some notebook stuff)

What is that little dip called,
That nick above the lip
I so ache to lick
To stick the tip of my tongue in
To begin the kiss
I so ache to make
The tip of a toe into
The waters of love
Before plunging head long
Easing the whole tongue in
Passed plush lips
To the warm, moist darkness beyond
What is that little dip called
That nick, that lick
That always leads to love?

Lips, hips, ships
That sink in the night
That submarine plunge
I never meant to make
To find sunken Atlantis
An immortal moment of bliss
All starting with a kiss

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