Lips sweet as sugar,
how to touch them I linger.
Lips that enslave me with their grandeur,
just to see them near I ponder.
Upper so tender, lower so exquisite
when together makes me avid;
when drenched, they yearn to be perceived;
when arid, they desire to be embraced;
Lips that laugh, lips that smile
with your prongs makes me eye.
Lips that moan, lips that sigh,
takes me to a loathsome high.
Within my imprisoned wish I conceive
but laugh at myself at the way they deceive.
Words your lips whisper, I long to hear,
but just memories I have to keep them dear.
Lips of love, lips of ire,
lips of sweetness, lips on fire,
lips of golden heavenly mire,
hope they won't leave me in dire.
Your Lips
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2011 with permission of the Author.
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