Liquid Love

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I wonder if I fill my mouth with you
and try to speak it'll be
jibberish
or junk
or just plain bad manners?
Or perhaps joy?
The j slipping out one corner of
my open lips and the y out the other.
Or what if I suck liquid love words from you
and can't swallow them all,
will they splash and spill and spell fuck
across your belly?
I wonder if you'll like that?

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RhymeFairyRhymeFairyalmost 19 years ago
Liquid Lightenin~!!

Wowza...

What a thought to have.

Think I need to try that one.

*Big Grins*

Wonderfully Hot imagery here...

More Plez~!!

Bill DadaBill Dadaabout 19 years ago
Fuck Good Manners...

...the answer is a loud, heart pounding, pelvic thrusting yes.

sacksackabout 19 years ago
very different...

I give you an "A" for originality. The line breaks don't really bother me, but you could have restructured the poem to have fewer lines...it might be worthwhile to experiment.

Bridget69Bridget69about 19 years ago
Interesting thought.

That we can consume and drink in the flow of sensuality until it spills over the edge. Nicely put!

flyguy69flyguy69about 19 years ago
Wonder no longer!

That would be a loud, groaning yes!

Nice mix of the ingenuous with the obscene- very effective erotica. Still consider your line breaking, though; the end of a line is prime real estate.

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