Her Lips pt 2
I lean into us like
Can I serenade you with this poem
Let the words massage your tension
Your skin is as soft as the pink in the sunset
My lips feel like the sunrise to your closed eyes
Lean back so our kiss can be the friction between end and beginning
Right where the sun smiles so hard the moon says goodnight
This poem begins
I lean in and forget what day it is
Your kiss argues back
All you need to focus on is me
Yes those lips taste like coffee
Now I don't mind the stains
Wait just a little longer before you let go
Wait I still don't know
What day it is
That's when I noticed
Her lips hugged a little harder on Wednesdays
Just enough to get me over the hump
Because after a long day
I just want to lean into you
Now the brush of her touch is jogging my memory
Got me sprinting to Thursday
Where your sugar is the only cane I'll ever need when we're old
To be honest ain’t nothing more sexy than seeing
Those greys coming in
Friday is a French that reminds me how
Your lips feel like the weekend even on weekdays
Got me weak in places and that's the least I'll say
Fridays your besos imprint the same as the 1st date
It was just a peck on the cheek but felt like an AED
Shocked my abc all the way to Z
Shocked how your lips and arms hug the same
The myth tells us
Lightning doesn't strike the same place twice
But every time we kiss my heart thunders
If Lightning doesn't strike the same place twice
How are will still kissing I wonder
If forever sees us and gets jealous
I love to wander in the foot prints of your lips
p.s. I'm never lost when I wander with you…
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