Lips

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The way your lips

whisper my name

nibble down my neck

talk dirty

across my belly

as it shivers uncontrollably

how they breathe passion

like the moon against my skin

then wake me

like warmth of dawn

kissing thighs until slowly opened

when they speak

our lovers’ language

as only we understand

then create of those words

an unreal reality

as your lips press promises

against mine

sealing love in ecstasy’s envelope

I feel in the deepest corners

of my being

their gift

is the only Heaven I need to know

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©MidwestFantasy

09/21/2018

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(Written in response to the Tuesday writing challenge for something you can’t live without on GoDogGoCafe)

 

 

 

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Her Lips

He licked her lips

taste of cinnamon spice

stinging his eager tongue

he delved inside her mouth

where soft, warm womanly sweetness

shrouded his head

everthing in him

unaware

her true cyanide flavor

©MidwestFantasy

01/08/2018

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