My Mouth
October verses
I could drink you up.
Word after word
that delicately fall
from your lips
onto my ear.
I all but utterly,
uncontrollably,
completely lose myself
in your hair.
My mouth feverishly
searches for your own.
Upon colliding,
my breath slips far
beyond my reach,
beneath pillow cases in
a sacred fit of passion.
I am so thirsty for you,
word after word
I’m craving
your lips onto
my ear,
my mouth.
(2014)
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