Feral Mouth

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Author’s Note:This poem explores intimacy and sexuality in a raw and explicit way. Please only read further if you feel comfortable engaging with erotic content.

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My wet lips slide against yours,

gliding horizontally, feeling the ridges,

learning the shape of your mouth.

Hot breath circles between us—

I resist the urge to dive in.

Wet flesh on wet flesh,

our lips meet for the first time—

slowly, patiently,

savoring one another.

Desire rises.

I begin to pull with suction,

driven by sensation,

by the irresistible need

to draw your bottom lip into my mouth.

It slips free, bouncing back,

already missed.

I extend my tongue,

animal and unrestrained,

lapping vertically at your lips,

tasting their deliciousness.

I know I hunger.

I know I am feral,

unclothed of reason,

aching to consume you—

to fit the shape of you in my mouth,

your taste against my tongue,

the whole of you

devoured into the whole of me.