Excuse me...MiSs? Do you have a second...to stop and talk about your LiPs?

Excuse me…miss?  Do you have a second...to stop and talk about your lips?  I mean, we know about the kiss.  The way they take so many risks.  But, I just want to point out, those little things you missed.  Trust this, it’s just a quick list, those characteristics, of your lips.  So you can maybe understand, a tiny bit of a big pic.  All the things that come attached to those lips, the things you most likely forget.

Number one,  since it’s just for fun, we’ll start by saying Soft.  It’s not the word I’d like to use.  Actually, I’m off.   They’re more like a place to go to gradually get lost.  It’s like, if everybody had a chance to close in for a kiss, there’s a chance the world would dance, and right it's rocking ships.  There’s one of you and 2 of them.   It’s why you ‘break the rules’ with men.  Little did you know, the power lies in them, to make a man a king again, all the things you bring with them.

Moist.  Hmm.  I know you keep em’ wet.  You use your mouth a lot I bet.  Although the words you say, if I may, I know they come across my way.  But, in my mind, over time, hardly do they ever stay.  By the time I see the glisten, it’s so hard for me to listen.  I’m sure the chat would be all that if there wasn’t so much missin’.  It’s like I wish we kissed in bliss, while all the words you had to say you’d save them for a different day.  And this way, I could keep you smitten, knowin’ all along it was written.  A few days later, I could go back and re-read our conversation.  Is that asking too much, of your patience?  For me, it’s anything,  for the kiss that keeps me waitin’...impatient...debatin’...how lucky...how I made it.

I see your nose.  It sits so nice above your lips.  While they sit.  And, wait,  so Delicate.  Sometimes, I think, “Good God, a wink!” and move in for the smell of it.  Time stops.  Mind drops.  The rest becomes irrelevant.  I carry chapstick, gum, some mints, toothpaste, for the hell of it.  The last time we kissed?  Not sure you missed...I sort of fell a bit.  I had to step back, regain some focus, and tighten up my Melo’ kicks.  

Lastly, and  I really hope this makes sense, a word that's old, like past tense, and grey men.  Your lips are filled with Elegance.  Their timely and benevolent.  I wonder if and when you ever noticed the relevance.  The power you hold on those things that make a face grin.  Because, to me, it’s like a race win.  I gotta GET to those LIPS as QUICK as a LICK...before the date of expiration.  Before you share them things with strange men.  

I just wanted you to know, before I did something stupid (that had you seeking more of cupid’s many uses) the quality of your lips is USELESS, if you don’t understand the impact they carry in their movements.  And now, maybe I deserve a few more of those life-expanding smooches.  Even a nose to nose, rosey-cheeked one?  A winter cool kiss?  Just one?  I swear I do this.

Here’s a cheek, I’ll close my eyes, I WON’T PEEK.  

If I had the chance at life or death.  Say, you offered me a chance to speak to you with ONE KISS.  If I was able to pass the message of my love and receive yours all the same in ONE KISS.  Knowing if I failed, it’d be the death of this...

I would backdrop the sky at moon’s reach, sometime around midnight’s peak...splash some warm ocean water lightly across your feet, as they dug a nice spot in the beach.  Pull you in close, right next to you and just above beneath me.  The chance to dance with souls and risk death’s a chance I take every TIME.  I’d pull you in a little more, prepare you for the war.  Focus you in with my eyes, a blazed roar.  Connect your soul with my energy...intertwine our synergy.  Heart bumps chasin’ you away, I slay the doubts and fears with a soft touch of your hip and rear, a hot breath in your ear.

The edges of our lips meet.  

Do I live to tell the tale, or do I suffer in defeat?  

Doesn’t matter.  

I’d do it again on repeat.