Ghazal of Desire

Words flow like milk water when passed through your lips. 
But I'd focus on them better if it weren't for your lips.

Your face is a canvas, and my co@k a brush. Dip your head
soft, and back a little please. I'll trace the outline of your lips. 

It wasn't your father, his gun, or my nerves that stopped me.
But rather your big nose that got between me and your lips. 

I once tongued a man's mouth for good seats at a Laker game.
Lipstick removed, his were no different than a woman's lips. 

My yoga instructor, my idol, the contortion master bends, on
Monkey Rolls Over Backwards, his peni$ can reach his lips. 

Take out your dentures and gum me, bit@h.  You see, the order
of importance is beer, food, sleep, and no teeth with your lips. 

Duck stares at himself way too much in the mirror. And
everywhere his gaze lands, you'll find the prints of his lips. 

i like this, in a raw nouveau art sort of way.

Ainjel, bastet126, I thank you both for dropping by. I wasn't sure at first posting this one as I thought it might have been too strong for this audience. But I'm glad you enjoyed,

Duck!