Poem: Bitten and Licked
If lips are made to be licked and pressed and bitten
Press your lips to these lips
Bite them and lick them
Call it kissing
Call it playing
Call it the next best thing
To the full-bodied reality
That we reserve for evening
And for spaces where morning light
Streams in on us
Press your lips to these lips
Bite them and lick them
Call it kissing
Call it playing
Call it the next best thing
To the full-bodied reality
That we reserve for evening
And for spaces where morning light
Streams in on us
Published by H. Kris Thomas
So Cal resident writing poetry and other things...but mostly poetry. View profile
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Super sweet wonderful poem; brief, but containing powerful content.
Wonderful poem
Heather...your stuff always makes me smile!!
Sexy.
8)
I enjoy this poem, and it makes me smile, despite my 'iron' writer's mentality, where the lighter, sexier aspects of life wither.... Anyway, hope to see a new poem soon.
Simple and Beautiful !!
great visuals.
Sweet!