And her lips were the color of roses
Film: The Lobster. In David’s perspective.
I play “guess, touch, think, win,”
With you, my love,
To keep our days together
I want to hold you to my heart
I want to keep you safe.
I want to go to a special Greek island and protect your lovely, beautiful eyes
Your blinders that keep you from being with me,
But I won’t let that stop me from loving you, so deeply as I do, no,
Because I want to kiss every inch of your delicious skin.
And as I sang to you
“And her lips were the color of roses”
I pictured myself laying you on a silky canvas,
Spreading your ashen, twine legs,
Licking and kissing your beaded rose petals
Nibbling and sucking and playing and watching you cry out
My name. “DAVID”
“DARLING”
“MY LOVE”
And I don’t stop until you’ve had several screams.
I play “guess, touch, think, win,”
With you, my love,
To keep our days together
I want to hold you to my heart
I want to keep you safe.
I gave you a tennis ball,
You guessed it was a kiwi.
I told you
That you won.
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You had me at "I play guess, touch, think, and win". Loved every bit of it
Another great “dream works” poem Melissa. A bit short of breath here. 🥰
Awww, such a cute and lovely poem!
Ooh.. very steamy. A lot of “lippy” content lately. 😂 I quite enjoyed this… the lines: “I gave you a tennis ball You guessed it was a kiwi” That was a pleasant surprise!
😍I really enjoyed reading this Beautiful and Salacious piece❗❗