her lips pursed to question,
smile or perhaps surprise me
with such unexpected insight
that it parts my own lips in shock
thirst or desire
for everything she is and might be
curiously I gaze at her picture perfect face
poised on the edge of a thousand expressions
and I wonder hopefully, fearfully,
if her kiss could solve this mystery
or seal my fate, forever binding me
to search for answers to what questions she might ask
I stare, captivated, at her teasing
twisting, taunting, tempting lips
and I tremble with all that I know..
I do not wish to break free of this hold she has on me















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♪♫♪ -- Sing me something soft and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything.
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