This one is a bit twisty. My appreciation of “tasking” wouldn’t stop as I was developing this piece. I respect the process; how I see it is how I see it. Decidedly free verse poetry.
I’ve paid homage to a powerful encounter with “The Kiss” but I never really addressed the importance of that first contact. As a woman who is cognizant of her sexuality, I know what my tipping point is. The “yea or nay” is often determined in that oh-so-critical, first mouth to mouth contact.
As always, let me know your thoughts.
words
a friend of the them
until they get in the way
must I be so blunt?
put your mouth on me
words have their purpose, fair enough
they got you this far
take it further
perpetual woman I am
I’ve a to-do list for you – your
mouth and tongue – respectively
1. shut up
2. kiss me firmly, full attention
3. use tongue, teasingly
(don’t choke me with it
for fuck’s sake
nobody likes that)
4. linger here in this kiss
(did you feel the moan
in the back of my throat?
by god, good job)
5. break away, pay heed to my neck
(critical, don’t approach me
if you can’t be bothered
with a collarbone)
6. go on, then
(devour everything
you can get your mouth on
time is no longer relevant)
manageable list, i should think
if not
we part ways
*shrugs*
not to reduce you
to a couple of muscles
or take away the
wisdom of your words
just saying
know when it’s time
to stop the conversation
and put that mouth to work
Mouth (an erotic poem) by
Christina Schmidt, MA
armedwithcoffee.com
Great, now my mouth is wet. lol
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Thanks, resist 😂 😂 😂 !
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lol ❤ (blushes)
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Yes! How do you make the font bigger in a comment? 😉
The scene in Braveheart also comes to mind when the French soon-to-be-Queen’s French counsel-woman expresses, “Oh, the British don’t know what tongues are for.”
Love the muscular and sensual language that cascades ablution from lips to neck to collarbone on a serendipitous and direct itinerary where you fired time to expand the moment like the birth of the expansive universe in a spare few languorous moments… like a softly circular branch strongly always fractalling off in arabesques that always continue to come back around, all the way back around… to continue.
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Excellent!
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Thanks, Eclectic! 😀
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In the immortal words of George Takei, “Ohhh myyy…” 😲 😄
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Well Said and exactly how the new man in life has me like. He doesent miss a beat lol:) Almost 40 thought it was myth..this poor man haha love your writing!
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Cheers, Moms! Much appreciated and do enjoy that man!
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The tongue can cause destruction and pleasure in equal ways
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True 😁
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I love the poems
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