The Lips of Desire
A Journey Through Passion, Longing, and the Power of Touch
The lips are sweet.
I am not sure how to touch them.
That enslaves me with their grandeur.
I wondered if I should see them near.
Upper and lower are so tender.
When together makes me happy.
They yearn to be perceived when drenched.
They want to be embraced.
The lips laugh.
Your prongs make me look.
The lips that moan and the lips that sigh.
It takes me to a high.
I want to have a child within my imprisoned wish.
laugh at the way they deceive.
Words whisper, I want to hear them.
I have to keep the memories in tact.
The lips of love and the lips of ire.
The lips were sweet and on fire.
There are lips of golden heavenly mire.
I hope they don’t leave me in a bad situation.
