YOUR LIPS FELT WARMER THE LAST TIME

Your lips felt warmer the last time;

Could it be my hands grasping tight on your waist,

the weight of my legs leisurely pressed against your thighs

or my eyes transfixed on your closed ones;

Maybe it’s just the confounding summer heat but,

When you kiss me, you look beautiful;

like a seductive audacious hypnotist

and I would be a fool to close my eyes and not be enchanted.

Your lips digging onto mine, trembling with restraint,

your eyelashes rafting hard not open

and your cheeks blushed to deeming purple

oscillating like silhouetted factions of crashing waves.

When you kiss me, you look beautiful.

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