your teeth flashed
as white as a tulip,
your lips are as soft as the petal,
always left unflawed
and it curved like its petal,
never cracking an edge
and your pollens are kept
inside your mouth,
waiting for me,
the bee,
to be fed.
although,
your teeth are as sharp
and
as smooth as the end of a tulip.
you seem to bite,
but if you'd ever do,
i'd only want to return the love bites too.
-n.d.
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blue | poetry ✓
Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
