LipsA Poem by Beatrice MarsBright red lips, Sticky and sweet. Glistning and stained, Ice and saliva drips.
The smell of wine Soaked lips, She slurps and sips And it dr-dr-drips
Cracked red lips, Blood drips, That rusted smell And metalic taste, Could you tell? (When we kissed)
She's taunting and teasing you.
You ask yourself, What did I do (wrong)? Even as you watch her. (Lick her lips)
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2 Reviews Added on August 8, 2010 Last Updated on August 8, 2010 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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