So sweet neat kisses
The ruby cherry bomb lips
Morning light poems
A warm hug in a cold night
We had romantic good time!
I’ve tasted the sweetest of lips—
plump, embedded in rare nectars.
The scent of your skin lingers on me:
a velvety, flawless cashmere of senses,
an aroma envious of exquisite flowers' perfumes.
I’ve tasted the sweetest of lips...
and the scar that was left in my soul.
Note: The background art was AI-assisted and curated solely to enhance the dark, somber mood of my original poem.
Your lips oh, your lips,
They are not merely lips,
They are poetry that forgot how to stay on paper,
A soft, sacred scripture that my heart recites.
When you speak, the world grows quiet to listen,
When you smile, even sorrow forgets how to stay.
And your white teeth,
Like pearls guarded behind the gates of Eden,
Like the first snow that heaven lets fall at dawn,
Orderly, luminous, pure
They do not just shine, they illuminate.
Your smile is not an expression,
It is a revelation.
Your lips carry your kindness,
Your teeth hold your joy,
And when both meet in laughter,
I swear, my soul finds its home.
For God took His time sculpting that smile,
He made it a medal of grace upon your face,
And every time you give it to me,
I win I win at life, at love, at everything.
Keep smiling, my love,
For your lips are my prayer,
And your white teeth, my light.
And with that light,
I will top up on every chat,
I will conquer every day,
Because your smile is my victory.
.
thru'er
soft diaphanous
damn
black mini dress
mine'nerve
tap
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Losing one's lunch
is not so hot
but dropping your dinner
when a fish dish wish was the plot
could be construed a nightmare
as not a morsel will pass your lips
and as meals go this one's gone
you've had your chips
"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
I had heard about the legend of her lips,
so, at the sight of vermillion moonlight,
shimmering on turquoise ripples at twilight,
my soul ventured, craving the sighs of her sips.
Fate led towards a path of wooden shutters,
amidst the silence, silken whispers enticed,
upon her vision, all speech was sacrificed.
My heart danced like velvet butterfly flutters.
Her lips resembled two petals yearning for rain,
with an innocent blush resting on their tips,
curved liked sacred, unwritten poetic scripts,
I surrendered my muse for her kiss to drain.
They seemed to tremble, waiting to be explored.
An unspoken allurement composed through her eyes,
where she veiled a threshold of nectarous cries,
like dawn, we merged as the moon and sun adored.
In neroli mist we melted like molten gold,
lost volcanic spirits spilling in lava lust.
Her wildfire swept my senses like a spiced gust,
as hummingbirds, hummed about secrets untold.
There was a sinful sweetness in her caress.
In her sanctum, I forgot the essence of 'me,'
as her taste turned a blank page into poetry.
A rendezvous, which ylang ink cannot confess.
Lips, you pass so close
From a kiss to words
Corollas of knowledge
And of pleasure
What are you doing here
On this deserted face
Kneaded by a bare silence
Without a halo
Aren’t you afraid
Of being late bloomers
Of crossing your borders
Into an unreal land?
Yet your edges tremble
And the skin begins to see
As if the ancient spring
Reopened the evening
To see the day
Is to open the sky
To see the day
Is all of infinity
To see the day
Is to leave the shadow
And the primal water
Takes us back
(To see the day)
(It is to open the sky)
There, the eyes gather
A timeless light
It slides on the cheek
Like fruit on the sand
And this chastity
Is not coldness
It is a hand of a spring
At the edge of the face
Aren’t you afraid
Of being late bloomers
Of crossing your borders
Into an unreal land?
Yet your edges tremble
And the skin begins to see
As if the ancient spring
Reopened the evening
To see the day
Is to open the sky
To see the day
Is all of infinity
To see the day
Is to leave the shadow
.........................KISS
Touch lips
Rub noses
Accepting the love
in consensual ways
freely returning it back
"we hope it will last forever"
as we stand on beach
the taste of oceans salt
lingers on my lips
Spring Bloom, Grand.Ma has labored broom
Layered bub underground, humanity sound
First above Plant base human foot soul
A flower stem, human spinal cord simular
Flowers Leafs, Humans arms and hands
Flower petals , humans head and face two lips
Leaves holds petals in place
Hands caress embrace
I kiss the lips you're too lips I taste
Essense, swoon.Flowers,
3 inner outer ring. Stamen part of flower.
Erect green stem waxy green leaves
Corrugated white erect spinal cord
Spring Bloom, Grand.Ma has labored broom
Layered bub underground, humanity sound
Leaves holds petals in place
Hands caress embrace
I kiss the lips you're too lips I taste
My woman I present I taste
Presenting Tulips and I kiss her two lips
7/27/26
Writtem by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The old ones can sense the coming bloody storm.
Rat racers are busy building their own honeycombs.
Hatchlings are terminally distracted, pecking away at their phones.
I've decided to detach from modern times.
I'm turning medieval, battle-axe by my side.
No more free soloing mountain ranges of burning lies.
Got sick of navigating slick souls and licking deep $hit.
Being over-enticed by life's lederhosen and cherry lips.
That doesn't mean that I'm not in the game.
I'll just be watching the maelstrom from far, far away.
Zipper on my lips
A contagion in my veins
paralyzed spirit
.
crystal wet
splash'n them
'gainst
racing mine think
thuh noon spring
sun
her purty tongue
excite'did
uh dance
happy
and wink'd
')
.
i'm not thuh one
who
dub'd'it cute
duck
y'all
she cute though
with lips
hern
purse'd so
ooh
m-hm
')
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