lips – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

MOMENTS AFTERWARDS

In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping. Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before. We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over. Cold showers call […]

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THE ART OF KISSING

Kissing is an art like the art of leaving you wanting more, like the temptation just to tease; lip, tongue, light, longing… the art of kissing, just like leaving. All words and photography by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE CURRENT OF CREAMY COFFEE

I sink beneath your skin like sea sweeping over sand, you, a thousand grains glistening while I wash over you in warm waves, your salty sweat sweet below my current. I slip between your lips like cream coming into coffee, our senses fired like frothed fluid as we pound passion into fragile flesh once fresh, […]

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ON THE SHEETS

And you were gone and we, and you and I were off and running in different directions, in search of subsequent distractions and you were gone, the day unfolding and duties reasoning chores into realities far from the comfort of beds where bodies were bare, where tongues touched thighs, trembling, where fingers found flesh, […]

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ON LIPS

There are questions never answered and lips never kissed There are moments never mastered and truths never told There are trusts never broken and those lips that still persist There are dreams never woken and those ideals now growing cold There are tongues never tangled and hands never held There are deceits never dangled and […]

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A SHORT MOVEMENT IN TWO ACTS

Act 1: Dance into Night I will call you like a lullaby at the end of the day when the world has hushed and I will lay you down into this realm unreal as the light falls to the night Act 2: Movement in Flight I will kiss you like morning dew as the […]

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The Long Kiss

Longing to kiss you, Long And slow. But first- To tease temptation- I would trace my finger tip Along the line of your lip- To feel What soon I shall taste. I imagine, now Alone in the recess Of my craving mind, How we would move in Closer And I’d feel the heat Radiating from […]