Losing Focus (2 of 30)

Her lips tantalize me Succulent & glistening They spread in luscious syllables one word at a time Enticing my mind by her smile The desire to feel them pressed against mine sends blood instantly flowing to my cheeks The thought of being pressed against Pulling near Drawing back I find it hard to look at her for fear that she may read my eyes They tend to tell secrets my mouth dare not expose Poise thrown to the wind When she’s speaking it takes effort to focus because I get l lost in their movement And then she smiles And then I’m smiling Imagining kissing those pretty pink lips of hers

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