On My Lips Poem by Bree Z Love

There is a poem on my lips.
Ready to drip,
seep into the curves and cravings of your mind.
Inducing a stimulate for sweet moments of time.
Stimulus to a deep thought or a deep thought to a stimulus.

Slipping and dripping, mouthful bliss.
Triggers pure impulses; I am on the edge of this poetic kiss.
Loose from any tongue tie.
This poem is at it's height.
Infusing us.
Awe-inspiring, brittle on outside kinda day; "If, I must say; quite sumptuous.