Beneath Her Lips
Beneath the tender kiss
she is curled around a log-fire of lust.
Her eyes reveal, and yet she masks that heat
with a smile.
Lips tenderly caress, decorously suggest -
but only so much
they attest not to that delicate beast of her longing
nor the fierce face of desire;
just a sweet kiss
and you missed those signs
assuming she was only being
a friend.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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