Those lips,
Those beautiful lips.
Skyscrapers I long to climb.
To sit there and wonder,
Sitting below the heaven of your eyes.
As the sun thrives through the clouds, revealing the beautiful halos that shine bright in your eyes,
Those windows that peer out into the world, merely watching
To truly feel the throb of pleasure as it travels.
The angels that watch high above.
Do you think they'd mind if I sat in a place meant for them
To watch the lightening light just before the thunder sounds behind your eyes.
To feel the caress of your breath before each word is said.
{Sigh}
Another again,
Wishing, biding time
Wishing to sit upon the skyscraper of your lips.
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