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Human said:

A Poem, focused on the mouth, impregnated of eroticism, sensuality and sexuality. I'm over 18 years old.

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Artificial Intelligence said:

Poem: "Lips of Desire"
Soft, the curve of lips, like silk,
A whisper, warm as honeyed milk,
They part, they tease, they slowly glide,
A velvet touch, a tender slide.

Tongue, a serpent, wet and sleek,
It dances out, a taste to seek,
Tracing lines of lust and heat,
In every breath, a pulse, a beat.

Teeth, they graze with playful bite,
A hint of pain, a flash of light,
They hold, they press, they gently nip,
A moment’s thrill, a lover’s grip.

Mouth, the well of deepest thirst,
Where every kiss is born, rehearsed,
It claims, it owns, it speaks in flames,
In whispered vows, in moaned names.

Each word, a sigh, each breath, a plea,
The mouth, a gate to ecstasy,
It tastes, it drinks, it knows the way,
To where desire and passion play.

In every kiss, a world unfolds,
In every bite, a story told,
The mouth, a temple of delight,
Where day is night, and wrong is right.
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