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Inside The Moviehouse

inside the movie house
my lips are drying because it is so
cold in here, but with you
i get myself moistened up
with your constant flow
of salive from your
mouth to my mouth
tongue to tongue
i close my eyes to get
the picture of you sitting
on my lap my extra large sausage
rising up from its ruins
you rain on my valley
wetting my grass and
my cliffs have waterfalls
flowing steadily
there is this forest fire
and there are no firemen coming....

i know the title of the movie
but i cannot really remember the details
of the story..

and i don't blame you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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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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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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Lady Of The Dancing Water

Grass in your hair stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly turned moistened your mouth with your
Tongue.
Pouring my wine in your eyes caged mine glowing
Touching your face my fingers strayed knowing.
I called you lady of the dancing water.
Blown autumn leaves shed to the fire where you laid
Me
Burn slow to ash just as my days now seem to be.
I feel you still always your eyes glowing
Remembered hours salt, earth and flowers flowing
Farewell my lady of the dancing water.

song performed by by King Crimson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lend me your Lips

Dear Love,

Lend me your Lips
For just one moment,
One day,
Once in your Lifetime
And I'll make them mine
Forever...

And you may go
Anywhere thereafter...
Any place in this world
You'll remember...
How your lips were mine
For that one moment
And how Forever...
That one moment
Became ours and ours alone.

You'll cherish that mark of mine
Those nibbles and those suckles,
Those bites of Love -
Those teasings of my tongue
Probing you in...
And you, slowly and slowly
Losing your firmness
That stiffness of your tight lips
Letting me in...

And me gaining entry -
Into those, closed lips of yours
Opening them up, like the
Blooming petals of a rose
And then, the nectar of love
Flowing from my lips
Washing you all over
Above and below,
Inside and out -
The upper and lower
Contours of your Lips.

Dear Love,
Lend me your Lips
For one last time
Let this be the First
And the last time
Ever...

I'll kiss you, smooch you
Feel you deep inside -
With my lingering lips
On the creases and folds
Of your moistened mouth.
Wetting you all over...
With the dripping wine
The bitter-sweet saline
Of my very seductive
Thirsty Lips...

Lend me your Lips, My Love
And let me imprint it
With the seal of a Lover
On her Beloved's Lips
And let this Kiss
Be once and Forever
For you to carry
In all your travels...
In your vivid memories
Of this soft and arousing
Tender love-making
Of my Lips
Entwined around yours.

Like the Dance of Serpents
Coiling in Love...
Fanging each other
With the sweet taste of poison.
Merging their mouths
Into unexplored trails of
Giddy Intoxication...
To make them endure -
And last them a lifetime
Of painful separation.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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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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Fire In The Hole

In a word to the wisdom tooth
To tell, or not the truth
So open up and say ahh-men
Rinse cup, then spit again
Forked tongue in double speak
Pretty soon you just might
Spring a leak
Inhale before you begin
Your iron lungs a bag of wind
Theres a fire in the hole
Fire in the hole
Theres a fire in the hole, fire
Sweet n sour, filiblister
Faucet pouring, fresh n bitter
Come on smile and say cheese
On a count of three
Got a mindful of decavities
Chew your words, lest you choke
You better watch your mouth
Wash it out with soap
Tongue tied in a tangled web
Your bile inside better left unsaid
Theres a fire in the hole
Fire in the hole
Theres a fire in the hole, fire
Rudder of ship, which sets the course
Does not the bit, bridle the horse
Great is the forest, set by a small flame
Like a tongue on fire, no one can tame

song performed by by Van Halen
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The Kiss The Tongue And The Twitting Bird....

when you get near me when you
press your lips against mine, you shall feel the coldness of my dawn,

you keep your mind open like eyes staring at the sun,
yet what you see is still the haze, the fog hanging by the mountain

since it has always been a very cold day,
when you put your tongue inside my mouth, you feel the rain rushing

making a river of rippling waters and it is the force inside that
you will feel

you close your eyes and trace where it is going, and you shall know
that every dropp of rain that makes this river

is always going away from you away from us, and you start to browse
over the silence of the my day, and you shall find that this day is an

empty page where all my words have already been erased because i do not want you to know anymore what i feel and who i am,

i am detached, i am numb, and i do not wish to know what love is all about and where it is going,

i just like to hear a bird twitting alone on that old tree.

whatever is it that it is singing, i do not really care.

for what i know is that i am alive, and for what purpose, who cares?

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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Hidden Something

something that you promise not to see
again
the tongue hides within the mouth
it will not taste this again
the eyes roll
eyelids close as the scene is
repeated
it is about another form
of tongue-in-cheek
the mouth says something that it does not mean
the brain understands perfectly
like the heart

and so here it is again
viewed for the nth time
this time the conscience is numb

it says
another lie
it comes back again
savoring
what it says it hates
what it believes is too unlikely of its being

but what can you do
here it is again
mutually salivating

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The movie is actually from a book by Stephen King called The Body. When they were gonna put it to a motion picture, they found the story was a bit too strong for the title The Body, based on a young kid's movie. It would be too heavy.

quote by Ben E. King
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Tongues

the tongue
of my body
is in the nerves

the tongue
of my soul
in the heart

the tongue of
my mind
in the head

the tongue
of truth and deceits
in the mouth

the tongue of
the World (Creation)
in the words
of God

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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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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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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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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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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Poetic Co -existence

when i write
there you are, you read
and i do not demand much
if you comment

when you write
i read yours too, and you do not demand much
if i copy your lines
and put them inside my heart

for that is the only
towards a symbiosis
of our mutual poetics

like cigar to my lips
like strawberry candy to my tongue
like rib from my side
like bed to my body
like mouth to my finger
like thighs to my
strong hands
like firewood to my
forest nights
like tent to my rain
like moon to my
winter roof.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is Something Inside My Mouth

there is something inside
my mouth
coming from my heart
moving out through
my esophagus

it is inside my mouth.
my tongue cannot hold it anymore.

i spit it out. it is a worm. it is turning into a coccoon.
it is a butterfly.

it is fluttering.
do you think that it can be the poem for my
busy day today?

it falls. It is dead. It has turned into a leaf.
dust. another dust that i have bitten.

tomorrow, i will swallow another worm.
but i will not bite it again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes

Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes,
Your grave brow over-weighted with deep thought,
Your mouth's straight line — details of such a sort
That all aloofness in your aspect lies.
And yet when in the dark down from above
You swoop like a great bird or God himself
To kiss, your lips have curves. What changeling elf
Is that soft mouth of passionate close love?

poem by Lesbia Harford
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My Way Of Stealing Happiness

i'll take a bite of the luscious grape
break the pulp within
savor the sweetness inside my mouth
play with the hands of my
tongue
i always close my eyes
when i swallow what is supposed
to be yours.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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