lips
it started out with a gentle kiss,
what was intended to be a momentary bliss,
to dip my tongue and test your waters,
without pushing any boarders.
it was meant to be fast and quick,
now i'm caught in the midst of your thick,
a seemingly temporary fix,
but I can't get enough of your lips.
took a bite of forbidden fruit,
heard the sound of Mozart's magic flute,
fell into your never ending depths,
lived and died a thousand deaths.
yet even with this sickening motion,
i'll leave a trail of sweet devotion,
down the smooth of your collarbone,
and begin to explore the unknown.
// R. M
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I BLESSED THE SUN - poetic musings of a black queer
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