Lips of Love!

Lips sweet as sugar,

how to touch them I linger.

Lips that enslave me with their grandeur,

just to see them near I ponder.

Upper so tender, lower so exquisite

when together makes me avid;

when drenched, they yearn to be perceived;

when arid, they desire to be embraced;

Lips that laugh, lips that smile

with your prongs makes me eye.

Lips that moan, lips that sigh,

takes me to a loathsome high

Within my imprisoned wish I conceive

but laugh at myself at the way they deceive

words your lips whisper, I long to hear

but just memories I have to keep them dear

Lips of love, lips of ire

lips of sweetness, lips on fire

lips of golden heavenly mire

hope they won't leave me in dire