I Miss Your Lips Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I miss your lips.
The tingle that sends vibrations
throughout my body,
Running rampit.
As the calm before the storm.

The tingle that sends vibrations
Throughout my body.
No longer alone. Mindful.
As an infant in need of care.
No longer hungry.

No longer alone.
The comfort of your lips.
An unkempt need that drips
Into reality.
Mindful.
An enticing attraction.

The comfort of your lips.
A seduction that provokes each
Second.
As the veil is thrown a side.
Calmly becoming nirvana.

A seduction that provokes
Each second.
Running rampit,
The calm before the storm.
I miss your lips