midnight tooth poems from some nights ago
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We’ve got canines and molars, for dollars and cents
These droplets of spine put me in a trance
Rows of small teeth, and bigger ones too
The lady says to me, “we saved special ones for you.”
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Rows and rows of ivory shine
Priced, labelled, and set in a line
The teeth laid out, in a canine design
It’s too perfect, I should run, it’s a sign
My mouth is dry, shivers down my spine.
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Cute little collection
In my moist hole
The muscle goes to feel them
It counts them all
“14” on one row
It’s less than I recall
Have they detached? I don’t really know.
It’s too unfamiliar, but I hear they can fall?
They need to be polished!
There’s a sense of dread
A stinging rings from the hole in my head.
Next to my teeth, is where the ulcer lies
I chewed too hard, and it increased it’s size!
The tongue is my favourite
It tastes ever so sweet
But if the tongue is how I taste-
Do the taste buds meet?
The human mouth is a wonder
The lips and throat, I have yet to cover
But they all please me well. And too, my lover. ← EWWWWW SEX
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