The Sensual Fig
Delicately exploring the concupiscent fig
Teasing each fold with tipped tongue
And delighting on the secrets hidden at its heart
While the fig juice flows moist upon the lips
Yielding up its sweetness slow
As if each fig were still the first
For tasting and for lovers.
poem by David Keig
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The Things I Do With Lips (or I Will Kiss You)
I will kiss you
good night
good morning
good day
when you open your eyes
when you close them again
I will kiss you
lips exploring textures untested
new tastes, new temptation
probing, delicious and sweet
dancing, delighting
teasing
I will kiss you
as you feast upon my love
as you consume my body
let me fill you with my joy
then,
I will kiss you again.
poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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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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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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Sub-language
a lustful desire suppressed
takes a language of its own
at first you disregard it
but soon it finds its own
grammar & syntax in your lips,
you taste it again, lick it, roll it
inside your gum, sip and swallow,
your teeth delighting, your tongue
trembling to such sweetness,
you love it, and at the
end, it becomes your
main language again
this time more subtle
metaphorical, lyrical,
and more responsible.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't invite me to secret chambers of your heart..!
my friend!
reveal not your secrets to me!
not on ankles
but on tongue
i wear my anklets!
wherever i go
it jingles out
all your secrets!
wherefore, friend!
bolt and lock
heart's holy chambers!
i am an autumn tree!
my lips' smallest tremor
sheds in thousands
secrets inflammable!
wherefore, friend,
invite me never
to secret chambers
of your heart!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Strawberry Lips
her lips can shape
the words
even if we are distant
like star
to the sailing boat
on the sea
her secrets are the
sounds
hanging in the air
i am deciphering
each word
through the luscious
lips
so red
so real and so moist
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Romancing A Red Cherry Inside My Mouth
got one cherry
inside my mouth
letting it stay there
as my tongue
toys with a red
sweet cherry
my lips, my lips
drenched
with such sweetness
i salivate
prelude to love
tonight
watery cherry
bursting in red
sweet blood
spreading on my tongue
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sensuous Lips (THE DEPTH OF MAN)
I kissed the most sensuous lips that I ever saw.
The most sensuous lips and I wanted more.
Her lips so soft, so gentle, so moist.
And the whispering of her voice.
Why is it that you love my lips so?
Is there something that I should know?
I said: when I kiss your lips I feel like
I am floating on air, and it relieves
All my worries and cares.
It puts me into a place I’ve never been before
And I’m wanting more and more.
It’s like taking a trip to the heavens above
And it shows me all your love.
Like a baby in the warmth of the mothers stomach
Safe and never rejected- but always protected.
How can a woman s lips put a mans soul on fire
And fill his heart with a burning desire?
How can her lips make you feel that you
Could move heaven and earth?
How can she show you what life is worth?
Her lips so gentle, so soft, so moist
So refreshing, so everlasting!
The taste of her lips like the taste of
The most desirable nectar on this earth
Filling my body and soul
Making me complete- making me whole.
Why do I love your lips so?
This is why!
And now you know.
poem by Louis Rams
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sake
sweetness of last year's rice
flows through my lips
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Touch of fire
A devil's tune
Unleash passion
Through the doors
Temptation flows
Desires explode
Glue sticks two
Upon a bed
With no distance
between the gap
Lips moist lips
Two tongues greet
Bodies kiss
Tension grows
Electricity flows
Back and forth
Flowers dance
To songs of lust
Romantic thrills
Fills the jar
Ecstasy makes
Lovers scream
Passion burns
With intensive heat
Bellies sweat
To the beat
Beneath the sheets
It's soaking wet
Excitement spreads
Through the air
Oh my goodness!
Love birds take
A sweet break..
poem by Eyan Desir
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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
song performed by by Pixies
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Lost In The Forest
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Lost in the forest...
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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The White Mans Burden
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Black Ink
Ravenous
I devour the words
that spill from his pen
starving for one more line
one more taste of passion
to sink my teeth into
to hold in my mouth
to roll around
with my silver
tipped tongue
to melt away
the wordy shell
and eat the passion
hidden within
If i could put
these words aside
and have you
the poet by my side
and have my breathy words
of adoration spilling hot air onto your skin
Id have my lips tracing patterns and running trails
spouting sonnets between your thighs
oh how I love the way you cum
By Samantha Campbell
poem by Samantha Campbell
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If My Heart
if my heart has a tongue
let it utter only the words of love
if my heart has hands
let it touch but only tenderness
if my heart has lips
let it kiss your lips so sweetly
if my heart has arms
let it embrace you softly
if my heart has eyes
let it see nothing but you only
but my heart has none of these senses
without hands, without eyes, without arms
without lips, without a tongue
let it beat somehow just for you
let it be true
to love no one but only you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mother Tongue
A secretive being provides safety for the individual,
My cancers grow and multiply for every one acceptable.
Let hardness be attached to the so many words
In this high and mighty language, the one of hazards.
Must we seek caves and crevices for our illness
To disappear finally and successfully in stillness?
The being inside is like an island of woes,
I have hidden all these grand avocados.
Let secrets spoil the words so plentiful in this tongue,
The tongue is the mother tongue, and it is hung.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Have You Ever Tasted The Breeze Of Love...?
Love, i call your name, beckon you to my senses
Won't you love with me.....taste the moist breeze
Your touch, i require when you're beside me, girl
Touch my face.....feel the heat.....burning madly
Upon your breasts i place my moist, anxious lips
You pull me close to my desire and embrace me
Comes the breeze, 'n its genisis of sweeted mist
Raindrops cool my summer flesh......steam rises
Then comes the scent of loves amorous capture
Release the surging pour...of your honeyed love
Upon my tongue, an' l place it on your warm lips
Come with me and pleasure in loves feral breeze
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Heart Content
When the tongue is used as a whip
Through toxic words that rage
The heart is revealed from those lips,
And the venom's released from its cage.
From out of the mouth the heart speaks,
No pretense can be hidden with masks,
Each word that is written or spoken,
Brings the man's character to task.
Before God all must give account,
For every word or deed that is done,
The judgement and sentence amounts
To the fruit of the words reaped by man.
The tongue has power of life and death,
And those who love it will reap the fruit
Whatever's written, whatever's spoken,
Will crush the heart with bitter roots.
Words have a way of exposing
What is inside the heart of a man
If it is God he is really believing
Or if he is just a plastic 'Christian'.
'The lips of the righteous know what is fitting but the mouth of
the wicked, only what is perverse.'
Proverbs 10: 32
November 8,2008 Tarlac City
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Water on Skin
Slow drops of ice water
From my mouth to your skin
Small cascades of liquid
This game you may not win
Your lips slowly quiver
My tongue on your neck
Your nipples harden
Your desire no longer in check
Small rivers of liquid
Running down your chest
Welcomed by your navel
Your restraints put to the test
As I drink from the crater
My mouth really moist
Welcomes your hardness
Your intentions clearly voiced
Exploring your soft firmness
Hot ridges and flexible skin
I feel your convulsion
Anticipating your win
Slow drops of hot water
From me to your thigh
Small rivers of lava
A new game I imply
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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