Mouth (an erotic poem)

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.

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

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

Published by Christina Schmidt

I'm an author and live in the vibrant city of Austin, Texas. Cheers, y'all.

14 thoughts on “Mouth (an erotic poem)

  1. Yes! How do you make the font bigger in a comment? ๐Ÿ˜‰
    The scene in Braveheart also comes to mind when the French soon-to-be-Queenโ€™s French counsel-woman expresses, โ€œOh, the British donโ€™t know what tongues are for.โ€

    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.


  2. Oh, my, you’ve utterly derailed any train of thought I may have had. (Damn it, woman, it’ll be days getting the train back on the track!)

    I can say that exploring the crevasse of your collarbone (once we remove the rings and junk you store there) sounds quite delightful. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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