That
mouth of yours,
Used
for so much conversation,
Holds
a sweet desire for me,
It
sends shivers down my spine.
I'm
intoxicated by your smile,
But
more, the subtle gyrations,
Lips
moving on a rhythmical beat,
Leave
me gazing in pure awe.
More
that a fascination of love,
I'm
driven crazy by the touch,
Some
parting of the sacred lips,
Breathes
fire into my soul.
Wholesome
and demure it's true,
But
underlying there's so much more.
Dancing
for my responsive eye,
I'm
seeing lust provoking thoughts.
Oblivious
you may well be,
What
these tender soft lips do,
But
I am finding it hard to breathe,
As
my eyes covet these two.
Pretty
is the innocent way,
You
hold a perfect smile.
But
down below my hard façade,
I'm
melted by what you do.
Nothing
sweeter could there be,
On
earth or deep outer space.
Nor
more wondrous than beauty,
That
spread openly on your face.
As
god be my witness here,
I
want and need to touch,
The
lips desired by half the men,
Of
this genteel and noble land.
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