I remember when you used to read my lips
As I kissed you
That was the best poem you ever tasted
Every syllable, every word
Used to tickle your every nerve
You even knew this poem by heart
You didn’t have to think about it
But what’s crazy is how
You read that same poem from someone else
From a nobody who plagiarized my masterpiece!
And you couldn’t tell the difference?
My word choice was flawless
My handwriting was elegant
My delivery was pure brilliance
You vocalized my lips in a series of moans
The emotion was so intense
That your mind had an orgasm and your pussy had to think!
Your thighs pulsated at 150 beats per minute
And your heart had a spasm
I authored ALL of that!
Tell me that your lips read between his lines
And that you didn’t see the lies
Tell me that that you didn’t fake it
Tell me that your gums didn’t get numb
From the Novocain that Inked from under his tongue
Tell me that none of his words smeared like your lipstick
Lie to me and say that it was perfectly legible in Times New Roman
And that you understood every…
I was just browsing through my endless notebook of kisses
And passionate tongue twists
That once scribed your name in cursive
And I just wanted to ask…
Can you still read my lips?
Or are you too illiterate to comprehend a classic?