You’re Lips

Your lips that kiss hers, Enrich and pain me.

Your hands that held hers, consumes and compress me.

Your touch that caressed her satin skin, burns and entice me.

Your body that felt hers, confuse and arouse me.

Your breath that match hers, upsets and shatters me.

Your words that you told her, repairs and sadden me.

The thought that I shared you with her angers and assure me.

The way you held me, shows you love me.

The agreement of I am yours and you are mine, means you choose me.

I’ll wash her from your mind, with my soul and body.

Your lips that kiss mine belong only to me.

In love and lust we intertwine, together, forever, eternally.