Your Lips Are My Drug

A poem about kisses.

 

YOUR LIPS ARE MY DRUG

 

Your yummy luscious lips are

Like a drug to me

Melting me like butter slowly.

 

They make me want to

Sway my hips or cut

A rug, dancing round and round

In a series of circles,

Each time your moist lips

Brush against my pink

Bubble gum lips.

 

Their tender caress and boyish grin cause me

To do zany outlandish things,

Like shave my head Mohawk style,

Wear shiny disco clothing

Singing Swedish Abba love songs for

Of a sea of strangers,

Or go to horrid scenes like

Redneck NASCAR races, where I’d

Never be caught dead before.

 

Your lips make me dream

About being your red tube

Of your cherry chapstick all day,

So I could kiss and soothe

Your sore bruised lips that I used and abused

By my cat-nip kisses the night before.

 

Your lips intoxicate me

Each time we French kiss,

Like the smoothest sip of cognac,

They bring me pure bliss

When I kiss them,

Over and over.

 

They make my lips say “I Love You”

Because my pounding heart tells

Me louder and louder,

With each irregular beat

That each time

You kiss me,

I love you more

And more.

 

 

Reviews

[FlawedByDesign]

I'm sure the sentiment behind the poem is a strong one, but in my opinion the delivery is not.
It's nice that you have focused on your life like the mention of NASCAR, but a lot of other things that you relate his lips to are really silly, as is the case with Mohawk haircut. You may have tried to incorporate too many things and relate them to the lips, and that could be where the poem falls short for me. You also mention "lips" too many times. Try to focus on the object or subject by referring to them in different ways or by using different words, though I'll admit lips don't have many synonyms.

Good effort.

[Michael of Gilead]

And with that I'm off to the shower....whew!

Do like how you've portrayed the silly, human things we do in loves first blush when a kiss was everything...Hey! nutting wrong wit da NASCAR!