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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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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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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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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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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Sonnet: The Tongue
Tongue, the muscle belly in the mouth’s floor!
That grandmothers used to narrate folklore;
With sensors to taste the food that we eat,
And speak fluently with neighbors who cheat.
The boneless tongue gives creatures satiety;
In misdemeanor, speaks words so nasty;
The tongue-tied man cannot speak out too well;
The one with a long tongue argues like hell.
The tongue can emit both a soothing word,
And also cut like a double-edged sword;
The tongue helps one to sing a sweet song,
And touch one’s nose-tip whenever too long.
The tongue can start a war or conclude it;
Some stars use it for their kissing habit.
poem by John Celes
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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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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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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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Tongue Bath
Yeah, (ohhh), we got the hood rats in the house right
(Would you like a tongue bath babe)
They say they like tongue bath (from the back)
So, uh, we went and got Methron
But of course, it's the Ying-Yang Twins
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that's the way I like it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Forget about that Summer we stretched straight thuggin it up
In the tongue bath world we was loving it up
I've been told by the eye we were holding each other
To the room, sexual, of the Isley Brothers
Sippin' Alazez and Hennessee, straight thug passion
Licking nipples, got you gigglin', so you started to laugh
And now it's getting so erotic baby
All of a sudden so I'm kissing on your body baby
Admit it babb
See baby a tongue bath is what I like
Lick me up, lick me down, curve my appetite
Let me open up my legs, show me what you got
The way you licking on my body's got me really hot
And I'm loving the way you lick me though
Do it little daddy, let your tongue take control
You got me shaking like hell when you're licking my toes
From the top to the bottom, make your tongue roll
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that'
song performed by by Ying Yang Twins
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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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It Is Poetic And Prophetic
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Those shoes have not been used.
Since many are afraid of walking.
But talk about nonsense,
They choose to do.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
It could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Lips flap flip flop so much.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'Flipping lips lick ears to touch,
With venom spiced and nothing nice to say...
Yet quick to pick from empty pockets.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
'Woe goes the mogul to spend from thieving.
Wishing to steal more.
To take and not to give.
Or...
Sympathize with those begging.'
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
'I see the holes in shoes.'
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Name on my Tongue
Your name on my tongue
is a beautiful thing.
Your name is a wonderful
thing to sing.
If I whisper it softly
it's like a breeze.
It's an altar to which
I fall on my knees.
Your name on my tongue
I can even taste.
Your name on my tongue
is so well placed.
It's where it belongs
behind my lips.
When I open them
out your name slips.
I speak it. I hear it.
I praise its sound and know
I'll say it over and again
because I love it so.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Your Lips
wet
like a morning red daisy
drenched with
dew
a door
half-open
waiting for
my lips
for you are incomplete
without me
at the height of this fantasy
you lips become
the door of the castle
that i shall bombard
with my
canon tonight
my tongue to
your tongue
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kiss or Kisses
The kiss, Alber knows,
is the sign of great love
or great betrayal. Juliette
presses her lips to his.
There is spittle there
Somewhere, but neither
cares nor senses any of that.
In between kisses she talks
of the pregnant black cat.
He remembers his first kiss,
that girl whose mother never
trusted him as a boy, gave
him his first joy. Where had
it been? he asked inwardly,
pressing his lips to Juliette's,
ah, yes, in the porch of her
parent's house, the moon
bright, stars out like sprinkled
sugar on an expanded black cloth.
And about their heads that
darn moth. Juliette saying,
funny how they have such
low bellies, pregnant cats,
and have so many. He moves
his tongue inside her mouth,
along her teeth, touching her
tongue, exchanging warm fluids.
He presses his hands onto her
buttocks, feeling the softness
through cloth. She silent now,
and there about their heads,
that big brown fluttering moth.
poem by Terry Collett
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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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The Tongue
Inadvertently I passed the border of her teeth and swallowed
her agile tongue. It lives inside me now, like a Japanese fish. It
brushes against my heart and my diaphragm as if against the walls
of an aquarium. It stirs silt from the bottom.
She whom I deprived of a voice stares at me with big eyes
and waits for a word.
Yet I do not know which tongue to use when speaking to
her – the stolen one or the one which melts in my mouth from an
excess of heavy goodness.
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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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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