Lips

Her lips

Soft

Furled

Kiss away tears

Breathe a whisk

On my shoulder

Left

Ear,

and fingertips

Inside

On ice nights

Forbidden dawns

Where

Every rule gets broken

Lips

Hers

Ones i ache to touch

Lightly 

Slowly 

Ones she bites on

When nervous

Thinking 

Or climaxed

Drip drip drip

Within

Everything

Diamonds

and pearls

Her lips

In mine

On mine

Her love inside of me…

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