The Scandalous thoughts

Lips

Donot bite your lips,he had warned her before..

As they stood in the crowd,enjoying the party..

Him leaning on the wall,a glass of champagne in his hand..

As he held the bottom of the glass,swirling the red,and it danced along..

He looked at her,from afar as she glided along..

In her black dress,that told some untold stories..

Her red lips, perfectly tinted, tempting him to mess it..

Her hand held the hand of someone,as she spoke with elegance..

Yet all he saw was a seductress trying to take is life..

As her hair caressed her back,as her ears became red,

As she moved forward,step by step,in those high heels..

He knew,it was going to be another sleepless night..

She knew it too..

As her eyes held her mischief..

His twinkled with warning..

Baby,you are going for a bad game..

As she came closer he warned..

She smirked and leaned on him,

Telling him,

Be my guest..

As she bit those tantalizing lips