Tender Lips
Your tender lips....
I sense my reflection
to kiss such imperfection
I grow weary....
to toil, to strain
to call upon the gods of heaven
and to drink the elixir of endearment
To whisper and to touch....
To kiss your lips....
To stab my heart....
Copyright © Antonio Ball | Year Posted 2015
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