I miss your lips
those that used to kiss me
whenever I greeted them
and those that became wet
as soon as I licked them
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Your lips speak volumes
even from far away
but all their lyrics to me
are essentially mine
counting your lips to me
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You moved your lips
sensually at first
especially on the screen
parting them like the sea
with a mind and heart screen
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Your lips don’t lie
when they are excluded
from an unimportant life
as the months and years pass
unwarranted for life
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I missed your lips
all of them at first
before I understood them
and what they symbolised
a future filled with them
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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