Her Mouth

Her Mouth
Ode to my favourite orifice

Her mouth is crimson fringed and wet
Moist to the touch and tender on the lips
Her mouth can be brashly loud or profoundly silent
Spouting poetry or bile with the flick of a switch
Her mouth is her primary sensory organ- not joking
Delicate like a virgin's pussy and ugly like a whore's ripe cunt
Her mouth can spit searing sarcasm and venom when goaded
But thankfully welcomes me back with that forgiving smile
Her mouth can suck me like a factory floor cleaner
And flick across my secret vulnerable spots like a spring butterfly
Her mouth has teeth that can gnaw and bite and make me beg for release
And also has words that melt like chocolate and make me never want to leave
Her mouth can contain the always unexpected response
And then greet me warmly like a familiar lover
Her mouth has a probing tongue for intimate investigations
But which can also construct the most alluring answers
Her mouth is often armour plated with lipstick
But is always more sumptuous when unprotected and naked
Her mouth is deliciously cruel and magnificently selfish
But – whisper this- once kissed with meaning is the key to her heart
Her mouth will be forever and singularly hers only
And just momentarily is lent to me for rest and recreation.
Her mouth is divine and deviant and has licked many lips
But with every kiss masquerades, like a mirage, as mine alone.