Her lips, a sinful kiss, so sweet and pure,
Like honeyed nectar from the Gods' own store.
With every touch, a flame of passion stirs,
Burning desires, like none I felt before.
In whispered secrets, her mouth reveals,
The hidden depths of love and all it conceals.
A tantalizing dance, a serenade of bliss,
Her lips, a sinful kiss, I do not miss.
In moonlit nights, beneath the starry sky,
Her touch ignites a fire, I cannot deny.
A symphony of longing, our souls entwined,
Her lips, a sinful kiss, forever intertwined.
With each caress, my heart begins to race,
Lost in the elixir of her tender embrace.
Her lips, a sinful kiss, a forbidden fruit,
A stolen moment, our passion taking root.
Oh, to taste the forbidden, to feel her skin,
Each stolen second, a cherished sin.
In the fevered heat, our bodies collide,
Her lips, a sinful kiss, forever tied.
But alas, this love, this temptation so sweet,
Forbidden desires, we must discreetly keep.
Yet in our hearts, the fire will always burn,
Her lips, a sinful kiss, for which I yearn.
YOU ARE READING
Her
Poesíathis isn't a novel, it's a poem serie made for someone precious to me, feel free to skip as the only reader that's important is her; however, you are not forbidden of reading this.
