Mouth

My eyes linger adoringly on her lips

Their velvet crimson tease beckon me to taste

Or at least run my finger feathery soft over them

All the while hoping they part

Allowing her honey warm moisture to enslave me

When she is hesitant

The soft bite she has whispers sweetly to me

Tugging at the thud in my chest

I want to bruise them with overuse

Yet I can only stare longingly

For her lips are not mine

She is only meant to tease me

With their puffy perfection

My imagination has tasted her often

And that’s all it will ever be

I am only a distant prisoner

Lost

Wondering how wonderful a moan would sound

Escaping her mouth

Passing over her lips 

By

Thomas

Aiden