07-04-2011, 06:32 PM
The roof of your mouth is like the rarest wine
that goes down
sweetly,
causing my lips in slumber
to speak your name
and thread our fires
through the sieve of time.
Your kisses are a bountiful overflow
from soft full lips,
like precious oils
and anointings on my head.
Cleave us to dust,
so that we may rise in the East
and bless one another
in tenderness.
*still a work in progress, hoping to finish it by the 7th, as it is meant to be a gift. ANY feedback is appreciated. Eviscerate if necessary.
that goes down
sweetly,
causing my lips in slumber
to speak your name
and thread our fires
through the sieve of time.
Your kisses are a bountiful overflow
from soft full lips,
like precious oils
and anointings on my head.
Cleave us to dust,
so that we may rise in the East
and bless one another
in tenderness.
*still a work in progress, hoping to finish it by the 7th, as it is meant to be a gift. ANY feedback is appreciated. Eviscerate if necessary.
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?