Sweetest Lips - Poem by David Pyrs
When sweetest lips give way to the disarming smile.
When gates of the soul show the secret passages of love.
As the unbreachable distance is covered by the embrace of desire
And heat in its wildest form, flows from one heart to another.
As everything else is shrouded in thick mist.
With her eyes only being your guides, as radiating-light beams.
When contact is felt in every cell.
Every molecule of fragrance detected in the air.
The growing desire to hold the flame.
Little spackles on lips, igniting heart-beats.
Skin that carries worries away, lips bending light, glorify the year.
Pulling all my thoughts towards herself.
Casting her magic spell on my every cell.
With the gentle silent song, touching the soul.
Silent messages that shake the ground floor.
Like the magic moment of a falling star.
She brightens it all with a gentle smile.
Like the flaming heat of the finest sunrays, she turns heart-beats
into intense love-plays.
Her presence marked, with the rise of newest rays,
Every second after, it is she who composes… the sunrises, the
sunsets, moonlight & snowflakes.
It is you, Your fine tune…
my heart plays its music to.
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