Half-empty or half-full,
the smooth-bellied glass
inarguably contains the same red
that yesternight escaped
the confines of a nervous mouth:
First, a strange tickle preceding
the more profound sensation
of your lips, your tongue-tip grazing
on the bent meadow of my neck.
Then, to drink and to feed,
more urgently, another taste
of crimson as you bit me,
hard,
and left, hours later
a bruised lower lip,
quivering to take another
sip.
A contest entry
- leftover wine by Luna Tique Fringe.
850 points, ended July 29, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Yes.
I completly love this write: "Half-empty or half-full,
the smooth-bellied glass
inarguably contains the same red
that yesternight escaped
the confines of a nervous mouth"
Beautifully written.
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and left, hours later
a bruised lower lip,
quivering to take another
sip.
This is very sensual...an insatiable thirst
beautiful and exquisitely written
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Thank you for entering
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nice, good flow...cadence is seductive too...
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a sip?!?!?!?! oh hell no a gulp using a Beer-bong type thingie maybe yummy! Feed me, quench my thirst and repeat(edly) *calms the Beast* oh the thoughts you embed within My depthes!
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'And left, hours late
a bruised lower lip
quivering to take another
sip'
Who wno't?
You're so tasty...
so delicious...
my sweet lollipop!
Erotic kisses...on your bruised lower lip...
May I?
Galaxy2
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