I loved her lips
she adored my hair
both of us fondled
in that hot summer air
i would make excuses to meet her,
you see,she was my neighbour
and at times would do me the favour
but the pleasure exceeded beyond imaginations
i would wake up everyday for her fondly sensations.
Yes i loved her lips and yet never kissed them
she loved my hair and would always touch them,
i craved that mole beneath her lower lip and the one on the shoulder
the two black dots had become the center of my endless fantasies.
At times she would press her against me
and my whole body shivered in a fountain of lust
she would look at me with those luscious eyes as if now she would tear my flesh and eat me up,
Oh! I should have eaten her up the very first time.
I loved her lips,i still do
she adored my hair, (I wonder does she now?)
thinking about her makes my soul bare
and writing certainly doesn't do much fair.
Then i went away as did she
and with this ended,the steamy noons,the luscious looks
endless fantasies and her glossy lovely lips.
I still love her lower lip and the mole beneath it,I still do.