Lip Service Poems

Lip Service

Words like gentle rain, 
But ground stays parched, no life springs, 
Empty sound remains.

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——— erogenous poem ———
——— slides off the tip of my tongue ———
——— spoken incursive ———

Lip Service

The sun blazed like a hearth
Upon the helpless earth
As I strutted from the stream,
My calabash filled to the brim.
I saw him lose his footing,
He fell and hurt his shin
But he fixed his gaze on me,
Cleared his throat and spoke to me:
“Please, a mouthful brother
To quench this raging thirst,
I am sorry this is a bother
But give me a mouthful first”
“Your timing is wrong, brother
Because I am late to church.
Please endure your thirst
Till I return from the church”.

In the church I sang
Until my voice grew hoarse,
I knelt in the pew and prayed
For the good of all my neighbours.

I opened my eyes
And saw the funeral procession.
“A mouthful would have saved him”,
I heard the mourners say.
“May his soul rest in peace”,
I replied and wept.

Lip Service

A kiss before dying, may our lips meet again in Heaven.

Lip Service

We speak of truth, our souls delight,
but actions prove us wrong

If words alone could make it so
—each day would end in song

(University Of Pennsylvania: May, 2021)

Lip Service

As I walk out of the shower
my mind hastily flips
You are stood in front of me
naked and licking your lips

Thoughts run through my mind
but too many to mention
And it is quite obvious to you
that you now have my total attention

Press your sexy body close
as your lips meet mine
Tongues become entangled
the taste, sweeter than wine

Hunger in me is growing fast
and my desire simply beckons
Been far too long now sweetheart
since we've had one of these sessions

Slowly your lips work down my neck
and over my muscular chest
Mixture of sweat and goosebumps
proving you are simply the best

Tongue shoots out now
licking my torso and lower belly
Then!! as your warmth gets lower
my legs near turn into jelly

Saliva and breath titillating
nigh on impossible to ignore
Cup your head gently in my hands
as you continue to explore

Your lips are parted wide now
I can't talk, just stammer and stutter
Mouth engulfs, what is now engorged
my eyes close and I start to shudder

With lips parted we kiss once again
me, promising you same mutual feeling
With use of just my lips and tongue
you too darling, will soon be squealing

Lip Service

There once was a lass named Bikini Rose
Curvy-swervy from her lips to her toes
   The lads ah-ed and oohed 
   Which Rose just pooh-poohed
Due to those hairs coming out of her nose

Lip Service

LIP SERVICE

parishioner’s lips
misbehaving in church kiss ~
wife’s peace offering

11/5/2017
senryu

Lip Service

Lip dance
Lip service
This is bliss
Come to me naked
And come with a kiss

Lip Service

lips steaming, hot brands my sultry skin - searing me forever sizzled



Susan Ashley
August 2, 2017


N/A
Contest: Wonderful One Liners 
Sponsor: s. grace

The Land of Lip Service

Either
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
or
just a bit of fun!

                     *******

They seem to have forgotten common courtesy, 
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity 
and no one ever, ever takes the blame. 

Overweight and under-nourished, 
over-sexed and under-intellectual, 
they preen and pose their way to 
self-importance, perpetually ineffectual.   
      
They clutch desperately on to their perceptions, 
their DVD's and plasma TV screens; 
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction, 
never caring for a moment what life means.

I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen, 
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve, 
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions 
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!

The Land of Lip Service

Either
          a searing indictment of
   contemporary American society
                            or
                just a bit of fun!


They seem to have forgotten 
common courtesy, 'Have a Nice Day!' 
rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity and 
no one ever, ever takes the blame. 

Overweight and under-nourished, 
over-sexed and under-intellectual, 
they preen and pose their way to self-
importance, perpetually ineffectual.   
      
They clutch desperately on to their 
perceptions, their DVD's and plasma 
TV screens; they're rushing blindly 
to the brink of self-destruction, never 
caring for a moment what life means.

I think I'll have a cup of tea and read 
Jane Austen, self-righteous, showing 
smug English reserve, and laugh at all 
their cheesy indiscretions while I weigh 
their unimaginable nerve!

Lip Service

most poets
neither am nor want to be
just stuck
halfway to an imagined hell
of homage to self
and lip service to the creator

The Land of Lip Service

EITHER 

a searing indictment of 
contemporary American society 

OR 

just a bit of fun! 

********** 

They seem to have forgotten common courtesy, 
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, what a shame; 
they're so mired in mediocrity 
and no one ever, ever takes the blame. 

Overweight and under-nourished, 
over-sexed and under-intellectual, 
they preen and pose their way 
to self-importance, perpetually ineffectual. 

They clutch desperately on to their perceptions, 
their DVD's and plasma TV screens; 
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction, 
never caring for a moment what life means, 

so I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen, 
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve, 
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions 
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!

The Land of Lip Service

Either
          a searing indictment of
   contemporary American society
                            or
                just a bit of fun!


They seem to have forgotten 
common courtesy, 'Have a Nice Day!' 
rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity and 
no one ever, ever takes the blame. 

Overweight and under-nourished, 
over-sexed and under-intellectual, 
they preen and pose their way to self-
importance, perpetually ineffectual.   
      
They clutch desperately on to their 
perceptions, their DVD's and plasma 
TV screens; they're rushing blindly 
to the brink of self-destruction, never 
caring for a moment what life means.

I think I'll have a cup of tea and read 
Jane Austen, self-righteous, showing 
smug English reserve, and laugh at all 
their cheesy indiscretions while I weigh 
their unimaginable nerve!

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