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[crimson311]

"lips."

damn girl,
he said,
your lips are so big.
like they were made of continents.
and the consciousness of the words
that pour out of them like
flooding waters and
bullets
firing at me with a speed so rapid that i can't quite
dodge them.
but why would i?

your mouth.
in a shape so exquisite
that to visit would rule my world, whirl me
in a whirl wind and make my head spin
until i fell to the floor and never could get up again.

your presence,
here in all its excellence
breaks the inmost part of my heart
in a way that i doubt will decay my loving
lust for you.
and i cannot wait to propagate
the creation of your descendants.

forgive me
if i am being too bold or these words
seem absurd in the way in which i
detail my desires for
your mouth.

but do not doubt
that i will be ready and wait until
you are.
and if you won't have me, profess it, now
before this confession finds its way to
my mouth instead of
the sole of my shoe.

that kind of abuse is not of my choosing.
i would rather keep this only
to me and instead quietly
hide these words under my
teeth and over my tongue.
where they belong.