Lips

Lips

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

Bright 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)

 

© 2010 Beatrice Mars


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Alluring, intriguing, I wonder - what did he do wrong?

Posted 14 Years Ago


LOVE THIS.

'You ask yourself,
What did I do (wrong)?
Even as you watch her.
(Lick her lips)'

xxx

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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I'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..

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