Mandy Tams The Golden Girl Poet Quatrain

Fingertips That Touch the Lips

~Fingertips That Touch The Lips~

Fingertips that touch my lips
Breathing deep and hot
Should the lips touch?
The fingertips say not.

A cheek fanned by hot breath
Fingertips strolling round
Self control condemned to death
Sinking- nearly drowned.

Tremulously the lips meet 
Sparks let loose and fly
From now on we’ve lost
We just gonna chase that high.

Fingertips that touch the lips
What is one to do?
Breathing deep and hot
The lips that now touch you. 
©
~GG~ 1/10/2012

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Terry O'Leary October 6, 2012 at 11:12 AM Oooo la la... my lips afraid to utter... my 'tips to weak to type... Terry

Al Beech October 2, 2012 at 6:54 AM Doesn't take much to get it going and that comes through clearly.

Harry Horsman October 2, 2012 at 5:59 AM wonderful sensuous poem, Mandy, wow, amazing this is.... soup

S.Jagathsimhan Nair October 2, 2012 at 5:47 AM Such a passionate write..love it, Mandy;) Jag Mandy Tams The Golden Girl October 2, 2012 at 6:26 AM Thanks Jag xx