Misplaced Love
Aldous Huxley
Misplaced LoveRed wine that slowly leaned and brimmed the shell Of pearl, where lips had touched,...
TO EARTHWARD
Robert Frost
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed...
Wet Flower
Serj Tankian
Teaching a Woman Of the seductive mechanisms of man Upon the voluptuous vagina. Guiding her lips...