Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

Love: I Love Her Lips

Whenever she talks I'm sure there are words,
Music that floats from her lips, 
I'm sure her words paint a beautiful story,
But all I can see is a kiss,

You see, my mind turns to jelly, no reason no rhyme,
She puts some sort of spell in my head,
A spell made of rainbows coloured in love,
By beautiful lips made of red,

Which draw me in, make me fall, 
Take, from me, any control,
Forcing me to give all that I am,
My love, my embrace, and my soul,

Her lips own me, I love her smile,
Her lips are the sail to my yacht,
Her lips have kissed all that I am,
Her lipstick's tattoed on my heart.

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Brandy Nicole March 10, 2020 at 10:35 PM I can't help but smile, while reading these playful words from your pen. I have placed a poem here. With a photo of my lips. Shhh. I know. I am blushing. ;) Titled "Seductive curves" Anyway- this is beautiful and sensual, all at the same time. :) Brandy