Those Lips

I become like liquid silk as my name is ushered through those lips. A smile is exposed and I stare in awe.
As your lips depart, you utter words that provide no desire to fathom. Only a single thought gravitates through my mind.
How do I stop you from speaking any further.
Perhaps...with my lips lavishly engulfing yours.
Is this too much, I wonder?
Will the next words from your lips deliver unwanted certainty?
Or will they pertain the same unquenched thirst as mine.









{Written on Nov of 2017}