Short Saliva Poems
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Sweat and saliva
The dual to shine in the game of cricket
Saliva caught by virus
Sweat rushed to be alone at the wicket!
saliva string snaps,
then a faint, nervous chuckle.
girl kisses boy crush
Date written: 03/06/2021
Running on
tongue of dog
saliva of desire lives
-November 01, 2018 Chattogram
here are the bits of my homework I say
tossing them out of an Oatmeal box
Onto my teacher's desk
They are slimy with saliva
she screams
She found salvation in the stimulation of salivation,
As the solution of her saliva was so simple,
Soothing her seared throat evenly against the savory smoke.
Scrapped myself across
obsidian finger tipped
tree tops
as the blistered red yawn
drags upon saliva skies
skin and bone
hanging empty doll
prone to be alone
When Pavlov was ringing a bell,
Some saliva his dogs would expel.
And just like that drool
I’m a Words with Friends fool,
For its music makes me want to spell.
Sky and the Earth
The two thick lips like of a *****
Lips sticked both in blue
Making the two lips points kissing,rain
Rain water like saliva between the kissing lips!
Lust is fine red wine that brings our tounges saliva as we get drunk on it.
~
Written On: July 25th, 2017
Contest: Lust
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
I run to eat the Jollof in the plate
When the love songs made me late
This aromatic food well garnished
Never made my saliva varnished
My joy is ceaseless with this plate
Wintergreen bubblegum,
Alaska spearmint slick
Saliva cool trickling down
Hot like Kansas big red
cinnamon tongue
Fingertips
Lust & summer fire,
US nowhere and desire
candy apple lips
thick and wet
imperceptible saliva dripping off the side
in subtle ways
moist and Rubenesque
I cannot tear my eyes away
wondering how she looks this luscious?
I wonder why my parent said
She’s the spitting image of grandma dead
For in death, grandma did not look her best ~
though she still aced the saliva test
When they plot your death
escape is futile
so just go along
but get their DNA
and leave saliva
and fingernails
and maybe blood
in the perp’s car
maybe you can save their next victim
~Saliva drips down my mouth
Must have been a restful sleep
Crust in corner of my eyes
Frightened in my sleep
2/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
It's white as snow,
shaped like a corn,
and sharp every time.
It's hard as a bone,
shaped like a hole,
and sometimes decay.
It's protected by mouth,
saliva and the tongue,
up and down.
The odor of spoiled milk
waged a scented battle
with a too full diaper.
His pablum drool
swung on a saliva string.
"Ain't he cute!!" I asked
"He's my baby brudder."
John G. Lawless
12/1/2020
During a lifetime we all produce saliva, enough
To fill two swimming pools, WOW! that's a lot of stuff
Statistics on the Net
For everything you get
Not going further, coz it may cause disgust
Ivory cinnamon
Fine flavor
Appetizer
Saliva flourishes
Grave cravings
Taste of luck
Oral equilibrium
Evokes cream
Wax of fate
Love, lust, & passion
The ultimate sacrifice
A dangerous gamble
Blackjack
It's a humid night.
While I bathe in sweat,
Two string saliva
Attached to a wire fence
One is above the other
Gracefully sway by the limping breeze
See, gently downfall
Like silver crystal,
A pendulum of time.
Her sweet lips cross my bitter soul in such a great finesse.
a finesse that could only be explained by bitter saliva secreted
from the sweetest tongue. Sweeter than a mirriors finesse as it shows
Bitter's reflectiion.
An explosion of flavour
Setting the taste buds alight
A tsunami of saliva
Dampening heat in the cave.
Like the sand beds of the sea,
Deeper elements spring forth
Revealing ingredients
Enriching the savoury dish.
Left Carolina with an Angina
Had broken our hearts when we left Carolina;
Not only that what we all had was an angina;
Arteries hardened,
When not pardoned;
Is hereditarily declared in genes in our saliva.
Jim Horn
Limerick : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 8
Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Climbed ladder to pluck tree guava
Gathered under a crowd
Gaping under her shroud
So she squeezed juice to stop saliva.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I would turn myself inside out,
And drain the stem of the rose.
Watching the droplets burn your lips,
And form a flower upon your tongue.
Everyday I would water it,
With a loving saliva.
It grows within you...
...the rose