Your lips on mine
Slow
Lingering
Teasing
Pleasing


I dream of your lips

Sometimes I dream of your lips
Softly caressing mine
Could I wake up and find it's reality
No longer a wish
No longer fantasy

But a moment
Happening
No hurry
No haste
Just sweet taste

Your lips on mine
Slow
Lingering
Teasing
Pleasing

Tender
Warm
Hot
Fumbling
Venturing

Don't we stop
Till we reach crescendo
And do it all over again
Today, tomorrow
Every day






Poetry by Barthoromeopoet
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Written on 2014-02-04 at 07:10

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"Tender
Warm
Hot
Fumbling
Venturing"

Could actually feel it...
True poetry is truly a music to a poet.
2014-04-07



Your verses are music.
2014-03-27


Nabeela Altaf
This is quite a poem.
2014-02-11



You do know how to create a mood and I still like your rhythm.
~Ashe
2014-02-05