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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mouth The Female Version Moist sensual lips Open to receive kisses Undying love projected Tongue to find the unexpected Home to many phases of love The Mouth The Male Version Moist sensual desires Opening the lips, moaning pleasures Undying probes as your lips devour me Tongue quivers inside joyous pleasures Home to the warmth of loves flow The Mouth Ancient Version Moments of prayer bring us to silence Opening, lips ready to kiss the heavens Underneath passionate tongues seek out pure bliss Touching the will of god, to be happy Humbled as my lips touch the Serenity of love Penned by Seren Roberts and Arthur Vaso 2013 Notes: The first verse is actually a poem penned by Seren Roberts here on soup. I thought it was very well done, and saw similarities to a very ancient poem below. Her poem also made me smile, and thus came the next 2 verses. This is less a collaboration and more of a hijacking with duct tape! :) At the same time as reading her poem, I was also researching woman poets who wrote love and sensual poems from the 7th to 12th centuries basically the Golden Age of Islam, in what is now called the Middle East. If I keep you in my eyes until the world blows up I’d still want you more . . . I know too well those marvelous lips. By Allah, I’m not lying if I say I love sipping their finerthanwine delicious dew . . . When you break at noon you’ll need a drink and you’ll find my mouth a bubbling spring and my hair a refugeshade. Hafsa bint al-Hajj Arrakuniyya (twelfth century)
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