- Erotic Poetry
- Lips
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I’m gonna kiss the lips, the lips between your hips
I’m gonna be a glutton.
I’m gonna kiss the lips, where your zipper zips
I’m gonna work on your pink button.
You do a strut and prance, in your underpants
Your faux-naive eyes blinking,
I watch your dirty dance, it makes my brain enhance
The dirty-think that I’ve been thinking.
You begged to take a look, inside the secret book,
Of women cuffed. Caged. Hogtied.
You slowly turned each page, each page a carnal stage
A theater dark, that chilled you inside.
With each scene exposure, you seemed to lose composure
Your cheeks flushed and overheated.
When you closed the cover, you were a different lover
You asked: “How was punishment meted?”
You painted your nails, I told rough details
Scarlet toes with a careful brush.
You asked if some of them cried, as your nails dried
I answered “Sometimes,” and the room went hush.
Our discussion went heady, you said that you were ready
“Use me. Put me in my place.”
I said, “We’ll need more time, before we make that climb”
Relief --- or disappointment --- crossed your face.
I’m gonna kiss the lips, the lips between your hips
One day you’ll be a page in the book.
I’m gonna kiss the lips, where your zipper zips
One day you’ll be a picture I took.
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