Losing Focus (2 of 30)

Her lips tantalize me
Succulent & glistening
They spread in luscious syllables one word at a time
Enticing my mind by her smile
The desire to feel them pressed against mine sends blood instantly flowing to my cheeks
The thought of being pressed against
Pulling near
Drawing back
I find it hard to look at her for fear that she may read my eyes
They tend to tell secrets my mouth dare not expose
Poise thrown to the wind
When she’s speaking it takes effort to focus because I get l lost in their movement
And then she smiles
And then I’m smiling
Imagining kissing those pretty pink lips of hers


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