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Aug 2017
The Lips
That dance over my skin.
How long I've waited for them,
For that delicious touch of his
To meet with mines.
How
Long I've waited to give love
And he's pulled it right out of me
With those
Lips.
The touch of his words
Send me into a pirouette
And set me aglow in my very depths.
And although they've
Only touched my surface
They reach so very deeply into the
Very heart of me.
Does he even see
What he does to me?
What he pulls out of me?
Emotions I never knew
Could exist.
He's lips that
Melt away my insides
With a simple smile
But the effect doesn't stop there,
Doesn't hold back, doesn't spare,
Doesn't overlook any inch
Of me that needs the warmth
That's forever emanating
From his lips that set my
Soul to dancing,
Sets my heart aflutter
Till I pointe
Ready to rise high
Feeling as royal as a queen.
Oh how long I've waited for
His lips.
I dream of the lush
Revel in the ardent
Touch
Of those precious
Sweets
Saved just for me
And my palate.
as lovely as dew
In the morning  
And flowers in full bud
Just for me.
His lips.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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