Writing Corner

[Kiwi_queen]

Lips...
There, sitting in perfect
symmetry to the
perfectly placed stars
of your eyes and
that grandly chiseled
nose.
Lips...
Oh! How I wish to
kiss those tools
of pleasure.
They would mix the heat
of your tongue with
the cool of the water
you drink
for a performance of
pure delight.
Lips...
I can imagine the honey
that would come from
your
lips as they meet with
mine.
The sweetness of
your kiss would call my
name and I would be
your one.

~this is one of my most recent poems...'ve got a lot more where that came from ..just lemme know if you want them. ;o)