Her Lips
1 min readFeb 14, 2017
Her lips like twin mountains
Curves so smoothly shaped
Their valley, filled with her sweet taste
On them do I rest my fears
Her lips, the juice of nectar
Their taste so intoxicating
Pulling me back for more
Clearing all my bitter thoughts
Her lips, the pride of a woman
Pour out sweet things like a river
Shower me with delicate kisses
Awakening my taut pleasures
Her lips, the power I succumb to
The spell that has enveloped me
The addiction that holds me
Oh so close, wanting a touch
Her lips, a moon goddess
A giver of pleasure and joy
A sweet thing yet so painful
As it leaves me yearning for more
Her lips so sinful, yet so right
The beginning of my downfall
The instrument of lure
Bringing me down to my knees.
