I'm grinning at your grin, not so white-toothed,
With gaps in your teeth and a happy tongue.
I'm not one for biting; vampiric control,
But I always was a masticator. Crazy kid.
It intrigues me how they rise and fall
Between your smiling lips, imperfect.
They're dainty and tiny, but pack a punch
Of nibbles, perhaps. My heart skips a beat.
In fact, I don't care for dentists, or toffee,
Or even those electric brushes but...
There's a certain charm behind rows of
Faulty fangs and twisted teeth.
Author notes
Hehehe~
I like teeth, oddly.
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Lol, nice. I find this poem about teeth almost creepy, but in the best way. Good luck in my contest.
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Thank you for your comment! ^^
My liking for teeth is indeed quite worrying, but each to their own! Hehehe.
Thanks again! x
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