His Lips
His Ocean
His Lips
His Lips, they were used to for talking and eating
the most ordinary things to do. But I believe his
lips were made for him to evoke sweet nothing in
ones ear. And when he tells you he loves you
he means it.
I would do anything just to feel those
pink soft lips on me.
'Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.'
- PHILIP JAMES BAILEY, Beauties of Festus
Our first kiss happened under that oak tree
do you remember? under the moonlight.
You placed your hand on my back slowly pushing me closer to you.
I was so enchanted by his moon filled eyes
I missed his lips touching mine.
The taste of peppermint was definitely present.
The way his lips touched my body
it was like butterflies were landing on me.
I missed the way you would secretly get me
out of lessons just for a making-out session.
Our Second Kiss
I was just finishing some homework when I
heard a knock on my window.
He threw a pebble at my window.
I looked outside he was standing there.
(Under my tree house.)
I seeked out of my house and met him.
...
He says to me
'I needed to see you.'
'Why? did something bad happen.'
'No I just missed you.'
After he said that he pushed me closer to him.
My heart was beating so fast, I swear he could hear it.
Slowly he closed the gap between us.
Then he kissed me.
'I love you' he told me.
Even though it was our second kiss
it's still meaniful to me.
It was the first time you said you love me.
Sometimes I like to think that
when your having a chat with
your friends about your childhood.
I hope you say my name.
I hope you say
'---- she was my first kiss'
'Kiss me till our lips will be so numb
They will not know if they are mine or yours.'
They will not know if they are mine or yours.'
- A. M. KLEIN, "Escape", Complete Poems
That image fades
but the feeling of his lips
still remains.
The taste of his lips still lingers.
But now I'm siping a cup of tea
and my mind difts away...
to that day...
That day the look of your lips, they were pale.
I thought you were stick.
But how wrong was I?
As your lip tremble with nervousness.
You build up the courage to say.
Whlist I slightly bit my lip.
'Maybe we should end it here. Sorry.'
You kissed my forehead.
The taste of blood was in my mouth.
Then you ligtly kissed my swollen lips.
'Don't hurt yourself now.'
{I did hurt myself so many times
but you will never know}
That was our last touch.
It's painful to say that was our
last kiss.
{You were my first kiss.
I pray that your my last.}
There is life in the lips of true lovers.
- OWAIN, attributed, Day's Collacon
End Of Chapter Two
~ written by Grace~
~Thank you for reading~
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