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I want to kiss you like slow cooked meat;
kiss you strong, kiss you spiced
kiss you tender
I want to mark you.
To leave lipstick,
sweet as honeysuckle,
somewhere in the vacant expression of your heart.
I want to kiss you like slow cooked meat.
To mold to your lips.
To melt on your tongue. To flutter in your stomach
like butterflies darting free of the net.
I want you to kiss me like it’s your last breath
and you want it to mean something.
I want you to kiss me with all the passion
of a redfaced baby crying.
With all the furious beat of a lovemade bed.
With all the childish delight of laughter.
The kind that makes your stomach hurt.
I want to kiss you like slow
cooked meat.
To relish you. To take you in.
To dine on each flaw like
I’m falling in love.




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Zombiekityy said...
May 10, 2012 at 3:26 pm:
I never would've compared kissing to meat. Its brilliant! Your poem was so sweet and inspiring!
 
MollRz replied...
May 14, 2012 at 2:05 pm :
Thank you so much for your feedback Zombiekitty! I really appeciate it. And I love your name. :)
 
Zombiekityy replied...
May 16, 2012 at 11:39 am :
Awww thanks :) I like it too
 
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