Thy lips, they call to the wilds unknown,  
A blend of virtue and desire sown.  
In sweetness deep, I wander, lost, astray,  
Thy lips, my love, are the haven where I stay.

Do lips have ears to catch the sound,  
Do lips have eyes where visions drown?  
Do lips hold hearts that softly beat,  
In every whisper, every greet?  

Do lips, with honey, sweetly blend,  
A taste of dreams that never end?  
Do lips, with saffron’s gentle hue,  
Hold secrets deep, both rich and true?  

Do lips have souls, a spark, a flame,  
That kindles love, that calls your name?  
How do these lips, with power untold,  
Weave magic warm and tender, bold?  

With every sigh, with every kiss,  
They stir the heart to boundless bliss.  
Like roses soft, with petals pure,  
Their fragrance lingers, sweet and sure.  

Kisses, the secret to life’s delight,  
A spark of heaven in the quiet night.  
A touch that holds the universe still,  
Binding souls with an unspoken thrill.  

Valentine’s joy, with love so bright,  
Fills the heart and lights the night.  
A gift of passion, a tender vow,  
A promise of forever, here and now.  

So tell me, seeker, with longing true,  
What ancient force lies hid from view?  
For in these lips, both soft and pure,  
Lies love’s own secret, rich and sure.  
A sweetness, like saffron, finely spun,  
In every kiss, a world begun.

Intoxicating eyes, a burning spell,
Ecstatic lips where secrets swell.

Everything kept in bittersweet silence

Lips ****** from biting back the sentences I am not courageous enough to speak aloud

Eyes shut to avoid sting of reality

Upon shelves towering above stature sit dusty expectations
Long since placed carefully with wonderment
Slathered in cobwebs and mice have moved in and taken up permanent residence in the nooks between

It's a **** miracle they stayed in position this whole time
I cannot seem to stop fidgeting and swinging wildly from distraction to distraction
Branches leading away from my plans
Some of them not even sturdy enough to tolerate my weight
Sending me spiraling spectacularly to the solidly packed earth far below

Selecting thrills instead of skills

Denying truth politely
As one turns down a piece of gum

And it doesn't help laying bare my soul
I do anyways

Although I resent pain caused by opening these ancient wounds at least then my sorrow is freed