Your Mouth

Nik Boyd

Your mouth ...
... feels so soft and warm to kiss
... talks so sweet and so dirty diss
... speaks of love and wisdom more
... reeks of vanilla and musky vapour
... wrecks my brain and wraps my bone
... calls to me when away and alone
... whispers 'dearments in my ear
... calms me when others might fear
... speaks in tongues of strange delight
... barks on critical oughts that bite
... brands me times with words that sear
... sooths me then with balms to hear
... rewarms lighted from below
... strokes me moreso fast and slow
... harkens me to a love so true
... and truly hearted, a gift of few.

Your mouth ...
... charms and warms with 'clectic storms
... languidly adorned on erotic morns
... steeped and brewed with chemical muse
... wiles and styles with cheshire smiles
... and eyes that flash and light in kind
... your sharply open and falling back mind.

Your mouth ...
... expostulates a worldly wise
... invokes gifted words that spirit signs.

May this blessed one always ...
... hear your words, however crafted
... feel your spirited breath, however drafted
... embrace your heart, newly now and forever after.