The Moth Diaries, Poetry
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2005-11-15 18:59:15 (UTC)

Poem 96- Perfect Bite

It's the way she bites my lip,
Digs her teeth into the soft fleshy part-
That drives me to madness,
Feels so good i can't even say..
The way she tugs infinately gently,
So comformly into the pink behind my gloss
That makes me want to kiss her forever.
The slightest nibble and i'm on fire,
It becomes my changing ivory desire.
Locked piercing to tongue, her strawberry sting,
My cherry glazed perfection of wanting-
Because it's the way she bites my lip.

© Lucy Griffin Nov05