your mouth

God I love your mouth. I always have. At first it was the way you speak… the way you form your words. It's always the first things I notice about any person. Sure their vocabulary or the way they string them along. But you caress words. They linger a piece longer in your mouth… while you're thinking of the next clever thing. Your brother does it too…

A few moments after I was hypnotized by the way your tongue relaxes and your lips seem to release bits of flirtations in slow motion -I was hooked on your smile. The way it's endless and broad. How you take meticulous care of your pearly whites. The wonder of the next time you will your place your mouth even near mine.

I think often of the first corner of my body you chose to grace with the soft of your kiss… You kissed the crook of my arm in the middle of an all nighter of conversation. You were breathing into my hair for hours, me on the floor, you over my shoulder on the bed. I have never wanted to be kissed so badly in my life.

Over the years you have said words that drew me in and others that made me fall to the floor with the blow to my gut. Often in the beginning I clung to the nurturing encouragement you shared with me. -But my favorite set of words has always been the way you say "GoodMorning." I'm not sure if you really know how sexy that word is on you. But it actually is the sexiest, down right take me to bed right now, thing you ever say- to any woman.

Sure I've lived in a very small pond all of my life. As large as the world is, our home has been my ocean. I figured it out though, what kept me there…

It was your mouth… and your hugs. Noone in the world hugs like you. You're beautiful.

Happy Birthday!

tattoo

Tattoo
I want to tattoo your kiss on the curve of my hip

Not the shape of your lips, but the wet of your mouth

The wet of your mouth and the evolution of the things you know

As you become,

The words will change

And the absence of language will only

Transcribe emotion

And I'll race out of my covers each Morning

To stand nude in my shower and

Watch a proverbial rain

bath the wet of your mouth,

Until the curve of my hip again,

Receives the shape of your lips.


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