Precious Lips Poem by Laura Russell

Lipstick snakes through your sheild
Pressing on the temples of your soul
so they crumble and fall into ashes,
Eyes shot through with passion and praise
Staring at my name painted in flames.

How does it feel to kiss these lips?
How does it feel to touch these hips?

Little obsessions fuel my passions
It's hard to see me when your eyes are closed
I'll prop them open with my matchstick fingers.

Circle around you
within you
In colours and sounds you've not had the pleasure of experiencing
until now.

Walk the path to the lining of my soul with soft steps and brutal glares
Smother me in honest lies whilst you give me nothing worth it's time
Destroy any doubts I rested upon you before.

Sweet words give way to so much mystery
I cannot trust everything you breathe into me
Give in to temptation; I'll cut my satin heart from my chest
and thrust it down your throat,
I'll take great pleasure in watching you choke.


6-3-05