Lips so soft and gentle
Yet they ignite every inch of my skin, make my bones rattle—
Fireworks and new beginnings, far more than a delicate hum.
Elephants parade in the pit of my stomach, marching to the beat of their drum.
They taste hot; they taste like excitement—
I think they taste like love.
I fall into cold lips this time,
Icy and full of conviction, a fatal design.
Chills erupt when they touch and quiver,
Calculated, logical, my body a secret they can't help but whisper.
They taste daunting; they taste like mystery—
I think they taste like love.
New lips, chapped and rough, full of flame.
It hurts when we collide, but I don't mind the pain.
Forceful and full of desire, I've never felt so demanded, dark emotions unleashed.
Fast and hard, yet longing so deep, they were starving, and I was a feast.
They taste powerful; they taste like lust—
I think they taste like love.
Millions of lips to choose from,
Yet none of them feel quite right.
I slip through and wander on; not one can ever hold me tight.
I'm missing a piece, something better and new—
Of all the love I've tasted,
None of them taste like you.
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Letters I'll Never Send
PoetryA simple letter can convey so much emotion, too bad no one will ever receive them
