*The rouge from your supple lips
decorate my face still.
It's warmth radiates from
my cheek as ignited senses
beg for more.
The gentle red contours tingle
through my flesh as it etches
it's imprint onto my very soul.
You've conquered me with one gentle blow.
My only purpose for continued breath,
is to be kissed by you once more.
~~~*
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
*The rouge from your supple lips
decorate my face still.
It's warmth radiates from
my cheek as ignited senses
beg for more.
The gentle red contours tingle
through my flesh as it etches
it's imprint onto my very soul.
You've conquered me with one gentle blow.
My only purpose for continued breath,
is to be kissed by you once more.
~~~*
