His lips are red like blood
Stained with truth and history
The most beautiful in all the land
I melt when he speaks to me
I barely know this thief
He tore me from security
Vulverable to his lips so red
I'm nervous when he speaks to me
Cities and hours apart
I wait to see those lips again
I imagine my lips pressed against his
Oh to kiss the lips of my gorgeous friend
Luscious lips so bold
My thoughts are tied to him
Taunt me until the daylight ends
So I drift to sleep and dream of them
I wrote this February 2011 about a friend of mine.
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