CORNY IS THE WORD

Dry lips
shield my wet warm mouth
from kissing.
I wrap strings of my hair
around fingers
as
I watch your thoughts dreaming
about
my legs
wrapped around your neck
instead.
We don’t talk
and you can’t hear my whispers,
but we both know
that I’ll be sitting on your
face
tonight
and at your breakfast table
tomorrow.

– Chatty Owl –

Advertisements

52 thoughts on “CORNY IS THE WORD

  1. Bob says:

    Not playing fair!

    Appealing to a mouse’s basest instincts when he’s Trying to focus on his highest desire πŸ™‚

    Happy now? πŸ˜‰

  2. Meshack Nyambele says:

    “We don’t talk
    and you can’t hear my whispers,
    but we both know
    that I’ll be sitting on your
    face
    tonight
    and at your breakfast table
    tomorrow.”

    You Just Killed Me,Dead!! (In A Good Way) πŸ˜‰

  3. J.R.Taylor says:

    Chatty…this a greatly sensual poem. Fantastic and warm. Wanting. Passionate. Beautiful with reality. There is no single line that I can like more. Each feeds off each other…like the people in the poem! πŸ˜‰

    • Chatty Owl says:

      Thank you darling! Such a wonderful compliment, coming from you! Sometimes the poems that I never thought would evoke anything, become the most popular ones! Very pleasant surprise πŸ™‚

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s