I sit here with my eyes drinking your face
gulping down your eyebrows, your nose, your ****** posture
Your lips; that look of kissing the guts of a strawberry's core

red; flushed

but then, there are MY lips -

caressing and pressing against a glass liquor bottle
swallowing every component within.

my tongue grasps around the alcoholic thoughts twisted up;
as I plaster my pain through intoxication.

But how can one bare, with the thought of despair;
the magnetic draw of this ring to my finger

So much charcoal in my heart, that a fire's about to start
- and the smoke in my lungs; let it linger

But;
my cold fingertips trace the outskirts of my bed sheets, as I wait for you to grab them;
kissing them with -

Your* lips.

melting against mine, pull me closer

Your lips

sweeping the insides of my thighs, kiss me harder

Your lips

making your way up slowly to my eyes, the pain suffers from demise

Your lips

face to face, kiss me now, and goodbye;
to the lingering smoke evaporating out of me as I exhale.

my soul is no longer polluted by the 'I miss yous'

I am here now.
tasting the 'I love you' off of your mouth

as you bite the desperation off my bottom lip.

And THIS is when I knew
Your* lips were home to mine.