Category: lips
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Smile Anyway
Roads paved in umber dust and broken gravel Result in stubbed toes Sandals do little to prevent discomfort But we smile anyway We converse for days While traveling paths that few would dare journey Our hands studied in the art of war But our lips have see more battle Love always, Ayesha
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Mine
I love to write poetry about you About the shape of your almond eyes The curve of your lips The length of your arms The strength of your hand when it grips mine I think of you often But I write about you all the time You are a bestseller in my mind Intelligent, capable……
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The Deepest
Your love is like moonlit walks at midnight Always swimming through my mind It is endless thoughts High moments and the low points in-between It is the shy twilight Intertwined with evergreen Surrounding a pond With ducks that sleep in still water Your love is quiet moments And loud feelings that cease to end It…
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Changing Weather
Tomorrow’s dreams are not promised today We will sit on the edge of playful tales To clasp onto the desires of fate We will weave baskets with the love we played We dig deep searching for hidden water Let the wells swell with the life we have found Hoping the hours will not falter Contaminated…
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Never Kissed
Can we love like this forever? Closed eyes, puckered lips, hopes and dreams wrapped in your arms, tied to your hips. Could we just forget the world? You be my knight in shining armor and I be your girl? I want to pretend for just a moment that something other than dismissive, overly logical reality exists.…
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A Loner Without True Love
One day, the money will turn to ash. Sand will form into glass only to break again. Wet tears will momentarily make dry skin moist. The facades will fade to nothingness. The sex appeal and enthusiasm of youth unexplored will dissipate. Smooth lips will chap. Tight skin may wither like autumn leaves preparing to change…
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Sweltering Heat
Spicy words taste like Tabasco dreams Speak jalapeno to me Like cayenne peppers blowing back sweltering heat Speak sriracha to me Like hot sauce mixed with red chili’s and vinegar Desiring a feeling of numb lips Brought on by scorching truth You can never be hotter than the searing sun It shines for the world…
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