Eugene Levich

Musings At A Poetry Class - Poem by Eugene Levich

Her lipstick is irresistible,
So Red!
So begging to be crushed by other lips.

And her hair, so sun-bleached
Her skin, so pale, so fair.

She moves her small white hands
As she speaks.
I like the sound of her voice.

What must those bright Red lips
Taste like?

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life, lust

Comments about Musings At A Poetry Class by Eugene Levich

  • Bri Edwards (6/3/2016 7:59:00 PM)

    You are making me VERY hungry! !

    Her seductive bright red lips,
    Like the cherry they once held,
    So sweet and yet a bit salty;
    I did not eat them; I just smelled.

    Not sun-bleached; 'twas just blond,
    Her bush, matching her fair, pale skin.
    I could not resist the allure longer,
    And she moaned when I dug within...

    Her inner temple of excitement,
    On that her college graduation night.
    Her muscles, they all tight went,
    And I released my gift into her temple tight.

    Her hands were all a flutter, like a butterfly.
    And tears welled up in her eyes that night;
    To this day, fifty years later, I still do not know why.


    Shall I put this into June's showcase and give you credit for my inspiration? ?

    Ha ha.

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    Eugene Levich (6/4/2016 9:22:00 AM)

    You absolutely should- your poem is far better than mine!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 6, 2016

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