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An Animal’s Mouth

My mouth

An animal’s maw

My kisses

Curious but not always


My intensity is not a weakness

The flames of my purposeful desire

Licking softly

Tasting your pain

Swallowing your confusion

Until my face glistens

With it’s dew

Then, afterwards

We do what we cannot

Have not

Will not

Holding one another

Until we squeeze the breath

From one another

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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