"Are your lips laced with something? "
Here is the truth My lips are laced with a universe of emotions left unsaid your hot breath against mine Heart beating 2000 miles per hour
"Are you sure you don't lace them ?"
They are laced with tears unshed moistened to glide onto yours Lips quiver when your brush your thumb over my face brushing away any possibility
"I swear you do something to your lips"
I lick my lips...In hope that my fragments get intertwined with yours so much so that I no longer have fragments of me but only you
