Nonsense #Lips

They were moist,
His saliva like dew
Just resting in the crevices.

They were hard,
Chewed upon. Perfect replications
Of his front teeth.

They were warm,
Flushed with blood and excitement
As they pressed against mine.

They were passionate, controlling.
Ripe and pink, tasting of him
And his final slug of whiskey,
Dominating my own cola lips.

It was like nothing I’ve known before,
Yet it’s all I ever sought.
And then I see his smile,
His lips raised in joy.
I can’t wait to kiss him again,
Feel his love once more.
Mmm, there’s a happy thought.


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