*a dewdrop
on the petal
of your red lower lip,
tempting
like a drop of honey,
waiting
to be tasted
by a bee;
imagine me,
I took it so gently,
with my lips
and avidly made mine
and heard beauty speak
to me in a secret tongue,
I am your sun, you said,
the sun that thrills you with
a warm kiss, when
it's most needed.*
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
*a dewdrop
on the petal
of your red lower lip,
tempting
like a drop of honey,
waiting
to be tasted
by a bee;
imagine me,
I took it so gently,
with my lips
and avidly made mine
and heard beauty speak
to me in a secret tongue,
I am your sun, you said,
the sun that thrills you with
a warm kiss, when
it's most needed.*
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