Lips
A Red Rose her mouth
An upturned curve a pout
Two waves that rise
The shape of her lips
She holds loves confluence
At the very tips
Beautiful thoughts
That burn below
Releasing a kiss
Nice and slow
Layers of nectar
On two petals
A scented taste
Which unsettles.
1.2.2021
A Sensual Poem.
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