LIPS.

When a man

Stares at you

Do you think

You know his 1st

Thought

Is it hunger

Passion

Lust

Then he speaks

But his eyes

Never leave

Your lips

Though they take a

Quick trip to your

Thighs and hips

But oh the lips

The shapes

They form

Formed mostly in his mind

Have his insides

Burning and churning

Creativity mixed with passion

Is his minds nursery rhyme

Be careful

Not to be to close

Don’t whisper

Sweet anything

In his ear

For his eyes

Will devour you

And his arms

Embrace you

But his lips

May eat

You

Alive!!!