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Don't Know

Don’t Know
What he does
How he does
Though I know
Why he does it
To me…

With his Teeth
Tongue, Lips
And Mouth.

But -
Whatever he does
Wherever he does
And whenever...
He does it to me.

Ripples of pleasure
Tantalize me
Procreating and Proliferating
All over me:
Zillion cells of
Euphoric Ecstasy.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Kissing is a rehearsal.

I managed to kiss her on lips.
Lips unlocked, my tongue slipped in.
It darted through lips and about
Her mouth, touching her tongue on tip
Then at bottom and at corners,
Sucking the tongue and swallowing the juice
Till she got fire at her bottom.
Resistance gone, she surrendered.

Kissing is just a rehearsal.
Her mouth stands for her lower one.
Man's tongue stands for his under part.
The tongue signals the man's prowess.
09.08.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Come And Suckle Me...

The night is long and lonely
Sleep is evading me
Come to my bed, my love
Come and suckle me…

Suckle me with your lingering lips
Suckle me on my protruding tips,
Latch on to me and suckle me baby
For you’ve always loved suckling me…

As ever, whenever you’ve needed me
By your side, at your service,
I’ve always complied, given in
To your love for me,
To your lust for me…

You and me, partners in fantasy
We’ve spent many a night together
Holding each other, giving the other
Immense pleasure and ecstasy…

So here I come again to you
Inviting you, arousing you
Unhook me with your exploring fingers,
Unbutton my shirt, one by one
Cup my breasts with your hands
And let your caresses tease me…

Come and suckle me, my love
For tonight is a lovely, long night,
And I need you by my side
With your warmth, with your touch
Give me that cherished old ecstasy
Melting away the loneliness in me…

Your lips encircling my nipples
Your tongue creating ripples
Your mouth suckling me slow
And I on the verge of ‘over-flow’…

The rest is all history
For it happens all over again
The present re-living its past
Me dousing into your passion,
And we seducing ourselves
To the culmination of our fusion.

Now sleep evades us no more
Tired yet satiated
Loved and re-loved
Bonded and cocooned
In each other’s loving embrace,
Sleep overcomes us
As we overcome our dreams,
Having fulfilled our fantasies…

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Forbidden Fruit

He presses it to his lips,
Bares his teeth,
And nips at the flesh.
Sweet liquid escapes his lips
And races with his tongue
From the corner
Of his mouth.
He catches the nectarous droplet
And draws it back inside.
Oh my!
How I long for a taste!
To touch his delicious lips with mine.
To fold my tongue through
The warm sweetness of him
Again...again and again.
Ohhhh to hear my name groaned
Through his baritone voice
As my body sings his song.

His eyes....his beautiful eyes are....

Uh oh! !

He sees me!

I feel crimson warmth spread
Across my face
And wonder..
How long have I been staring at him?

© 2012

poem by Ruby Honeytip
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White Chocolate

White chocolate when i taste it,
It makes me think of you,
It's melting upon my tongue gently,
And remembers me of your sensual lips.

White chocolate is like a dream,
Something that i can not control,
A deep temptation of my body,
To have a piece melting in my mouth.

White chocolate eating it's like visiting heaven,
Lingering on my tongue delicious, creamy, soft,
I crave the sweet melting sensation of it,
It's like your sensual lips are kissing me.

White chocolate is giving me the passion feeling,
When touching my lips with every bite,
It's like a crazy pleasure on my tongue,
It makes me feel so beautiful and alive.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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Too Many Of You

too many of you
scattered all over
my cells

the tissues of this body
call for you name

my mind is a whirlpool
taking you inside my system

my lips utter your name
my mouth wants to taste your being

all these
you are unaware like the sun

shining on the earth
the earth in ecstasy to the unknowing sun

it is here
i want to be there outside this whole mess

i cannot escape this prison of love
rising above my head like a moon of the month of March

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mouth!

Everything that goes mouth is sensual!
the toffee run up and down,
the noise to blow up a tasty gum,
the mouth open in surprise!

Oh! ! ! !

Everything in your mouth is sensual!
the cleaning of its corners with the napkin,
the clicking of his tongue before you saying yes,
the soft against your lips when they meet one another!

Ah! ! ! !

Everything in ours mouth is sensual!
the dropp we exchanged wet through
Ours lips moving slightly,
Our kisses!

Hummm!

Everything in ours bodies is sensual!
what gonna in yours mouth!
What remains in it and
All that comes an goes!

Ui! ! ! ! !

poem by Mirna Morgan
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Zipper my tongue

notice me not; i am zipper by the fence of
my teeth and close by the lips, protected by two
holes beneath the two big eye balls rap with color
little hair, to feel it shiny tiny cloth of skin to tell

why keep in talking if the heart can't improve
good silent, and why the nose always breathing
when, the same air, feel in the air, would it's not
easy for the ears listen and talk to the wind after
the dawn of silent

sleep my dear heart; let us always open the mouth
and touch the teeth for every silent the tongue will
speak; for each return claps the hands where the pin
is on

what then the little heart tell, when the big blind
mouth says that; the waiting is over for everything is
ready to a harder fight, and win a better glorious
victory, its not the right aim yet, the best shoot it
gain

stop my apology; the same things happen again,
please switch a new beginning for my awesome
heart zipper my tongue forever......

poem by Antonio Liao
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Her Body Language is Possessive

Her body language is possessive,
as if the pleasure is aimed at herself
but still her passion is active
full of knowledge, pleasure and meaning

with the heat of her tongue, lips and mouth
that covers my whole body
everywhere over me
before she pulls me into her hot depths,

when I hear her breath quickening in passion,
when she stretches over me,
bending her body over mine
with her long hair covering my face

while she is flowering over me,
astounding me in long moments of pleasure.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I Remember When My Mouth Was Full

and i too remember when my mouth was full
i still wanted to talk
to you, there was this thought that keeps on bugging me
and it was for you,
that time, when my mouth was full, i wish i could talk
intelligibly, but how could i? when what i had was everything
kept within the four corners of my mouth,
sealed by the fence of my teeth, and the lock is in my tongue,
and my lips, they keep closing, keeping what palatable food was there.

i vomited. no, i did not.
i swallowed them all, Hook
line and sinker. i forgot that i am human.
i thought i was a fish. there were bubbles.
there was that river that swallowed me.
and it too did not talk,

now, i am talking to you. and you are listening.
then what? i have nothing to say.
i am empty.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lord from my tongue, my mouth

Lord from my tongue, my mouth
and lips let there be
gently words,

from my tongue let there be
formed inspiring
words like rose petals

let my mouth open
like a beautiful morning breaking
between two shadows of
hills

let my lips give a smile
as sweet as that of a
kitten

let this poem be as sweet
as a flying kiss
gently so gently
landing on hers

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Idiosyncrasies Of A Middle-aged Man

What you need
perhaps is
something crispy in you mouth
so that you
may endure
the scary thing about
emptiness

the mouth keeps
a sound
to please the teeth

to fill the mouth
to make the tongue
play
its inner games

something
crispy like a newly
printed
money

surely not perhaps

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rememberless

She fixed me with those large Devotion Eyes
my psyche paralyzed by those liquid lights
which reside there twinkle-flashing into me.

They read deep
until I have to reach to see
where inside those eyes have touched me
again.

She moved toward me
never looking away;
I'm hypnotized and she knows
I'll not be able to move or breath
until she reaches inside my personal space
inches away
from her juicy mouth
apple-red
and satiny.

My insides plead
for them to kiss me
but she
does not-
she bites my lip instead-

her breasts sailing into the harbor
that is my arms
abutting my wharf
anchoring;
her nipples spreading
into my slip;
ripples of her slow breathing
rustle from her cotton-candy mouth
dissolving mine;
my tongue now sugar sweet.

Her lips soften
slide gently into me
soft tongue to tongue
the two dancing.

I cannot move.

She inhales and all of my breath is gone.
I exhale across her collar bone
where my mouth dives to clef between;
rushing down to rounded-mound
and then to her sister one
and nipple taut
she breaths again
allowing it to blush-
becoming more erect inside my quivering mouth.

Each time
it is a kiss only;
only a kiss.

Each time
I remember
an instant late
before it all absorbs me again
each time consumed after first fixed
by those liquid eyes
and her candy mouth.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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As you read these lines

As you read these lines
Another toothpick
Is chewed by my teeth

Something is wrong
With my tongue and
Teeth, how they compete
For recognition, the teeth
Claiming it chewed the
Words the tongue claiming
It approved the taste,

I am listening how they
Argued and quarreled,
And in the chaos I bit the
Toothpick chewed it
And spit it out,

How choppy have I
Become, how some
Of my parts have been
So disjoined, and how
Have I become
So disengaged, divided,
Like the tongue &
Teeth, in their bickering.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Devotion Eyes

She fixed me with those large Devotion Eyes
my psyche paralyzed by those liquid lights
which twinkle-flash into me.

They read deep
until I have to reach to see
where inside those eyes have touched me
physically.

She moves toward me
never looking away;
I'm hypnotized and she knows
I'll not be able to move or breathe
until she reaches my inside personal space
inches away
from her juicy mouth,
apple-red
and satiny.

My insides plead
for them to kiss me
but she
does not-
she bites my lip instead-

her breasts sailing into the harbor
that is my arms
abutting my wharf
anchoring;
her nipples spreading
into my slip;
ripples of her slow breathing
rustle from her cotton-candy mouth
dissolving mine;
my tongue now sugar sweet.

Her lips soften,
slide gently into me,
soft tongue to tongue;
the two dancing.

I cannot move.

She inhales and all of my breath is gone.
I exhale across her collar bone
where my mouth dives to the clef between;
rushing down to rounded-mound
and then to her sister one
and nipple taut
she breaths again
and I make it blush-
becoming more erect inside my quivering mouth.

Each time
it is a kiss only;
only a kiss.

Each time
I remember
an instant too late
before it all absorbs me again;
each time consumed after first fixed
by those liquid eyes
and her candy mouth-
I stagger forth from it all
rememberless.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Say My Name

She says
my name

so sweetly

then wraps
it in silence

I listen to my name
hiding inside the silence.

then she unwraps
the silence

& says me
again.

I listen
to myself

upon her tongue

her mouth
forming me

framing me
within her voice

as if I were
a masterpeice

newly painted

still wet
glistening with

the secret of
its mystery

oh say me
again
say me again

I in an ecstasy
of being

my name
kisses upon her

lips.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Broken Face

I got a broken face
I got a
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face (3x)
There was this boy who had two
Children with his sisters
They were his daughters
They were his favourite lovers
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face, uh-hu, uh-hu
I got a broken face
There was this man who snapped his poke
In little pieces
And then they drilled holes
And then they put em back in there
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face
The little thing who does my laundry
Speaks no english
But if you saw her
Youd say isnt she lovely
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue

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Kissing’s value

Kissing is an intimate expression
Enacted in any sexual encounter.
Kissing is an innate operation
Employed in all corporal intimacies.

Lip-locking and tongue plugging are the two
That distinguish themselves from others.
They connect the psyches of man and woman
And help then feel about theirs souls’ oneness.

Locked by their lips, plugged by their tongues,
The couple will derive a sensation
That sublimates the sensation they get
When they entangle themselves in mating.

When he thrusts open her lips and pierces
His tongue and when she gets hold of his tongue
He will his tongue as his organ
And she, her mouth as her lower mouth.

The kiss compensates the denial of sex.
The kiss promotes the interests of sex.
It gives instant satisfactions to the pairs
Who are forbidden to entertain sex.

The stigma attached to kissing gone
And its acceptability risen,
Liberality of kissing will take
Care of perverts of sex in their void.
27.12.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Kissing Mouth

something's pressing to my lips
something's trying to kiss me
mouths clash
saliva splash
stains my face red
i can't feel
anything
just a funny smell

something pulls my lips apart
something hot and wet and fast's
kissing me
and i'd scream
but for an alien tongue
i can't hear
anything
just a funny sound

my head's getting light
i try to struggle
but only hit my own mouth
the tongue between my lips
is so poisonously sweet

something's pressing to my lips
something's kissing me
mouths sing
depths unseen
and hope for a better world
i can't say
anything
just a simple chain of words

poem by Max Kuvaev
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Literary Tongue

at first i like the hands
those huge hands to cover the whole of my cold body
and then i begin to like the fingers
those that crawl and make my body warm
those that fill the orifice of my emptiness
those that caress my hair
and travel from my nose to my mouth
to my neck to the last tip of my toes
and then i like the mouth too
with its tongue that speak about gentleness
and make me a little bit heated
and brave
and then i am finally stuck with the tongue
the surrogate part of of them all
it speaks
it licks
it travels from the tip of my hair to the tip of my toe
and then it stops
hides inside the walls of my teeth and gums
and stay in the house of my mouth
it also knows
when to stop and just be alone and silent

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sea Of Ecstasy

Two bodies entangles within passion’s kiss
waiting for the moment when they sail
upon the tide of euphoric bliss.
Voices murmuring low to one another
as they sail on the sea of ecstasy.
Harbouring in each other’s arms
feeling the sensation of each other’s touch.
The bliss they find is fleeting
as a ghost within a dream,
but the memory of it
lasts forever in their hearts
as two lovers sail
across the sea of ecstasy.

poem by David Harris
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