They bite off other tongues. They are man-eating teeth.
Love did not give me a vote in my mutant birth.
Behind my tender kisses hide my carving teeth.
The muscle of your jaw cramps when you sing or yawn
because at night, beside a grave, you grind your teeth.
There is always a touch of humor in the monstrous.
There is a bone of laughter held between the teeth.
I am a lover but a poor horseman. I read
somewhere that you can tell a good horse by its teeth.
Many men complimented Jee on his sweet smile.
I don’t trust flattery. My smile shows too much teeth.
I broke my love. Where there were eyes, there are now peepholes.
Your bleeding mouth denounces all my bloody teeth.