The Lips That I Love
The lips that I love
Yours are the lips
that I long to be kissing
That tender touch
that I’m everyday missing
Found in my dreams
as I sleep reminiscing
Softer than
moonbeams above
Hot as if August
my mouth is embracing
Wet just like rivers
through valleys are racing
Perfectly matched
as if mine you were tracing
Fitting my own
like a glove
Sexy as hell
when they are misbehaving
Drawing me near
as my heart they’re enslaving
Forever a memory
I will be saving
Always what I’m
thinking of
Warm like the wind
of an April breeze flowing
Causing the smile
on my face always showing
All that my every
desire is knowing
Yours are the lips
that I love
Good night Soupers
See you one Monday
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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