Your Lips. Poem by John Kipling Lewis
Your Lips.
Your lips are like feathers
parted by words.
I feel their brush on my neck.
My toes grip.
My spine coils.
I hold my breath, my voice escapes.
A chill and a flame.
I open my eyes.
5. It's good that you're trying to use images. The ones you're using aren't particularly original or striking though.
Sensual and delicious, John. You've got me licking my lips! Pleased to meet you. Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:28:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's OK but it surely is not my favorite.