I learned
of an ugly kiss.
One that has no passion.
One that barely exists.

Tounge swirling,
not knowing where to go.
Hoping for its match.
Unguided. Almost unwanted.
A primal urge,
flailing about,
trying to find its purpose,
cumming up emty handed.

I wipe my mouth.
It worked for now.

But I need more.
Not the same.
I need the feeling
of tender, moist lips
not sausages
looking for necessity
But ones full of feeling
who care for what's
inside, more than
they would even dare touch.

04/01/2003

Posted on 07/28/2003
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