I could trace novels on your lips
And I could inhale the essence you expel
I could watch them tug and pull with your smile
And I could follow their dips and rises
I could listen to them caress my name
And I could paint them plum or ruby
I could comfort their quiver
And I could drink from you
I could wonder at your cupid’s bow
And I could bruise them with passion
I could linger there
And I could kiss you

For days

(Source: mobydickwad)