I love your lips.
The way they curve like highways on mountain's peak. The way they draw countless shapes and forms, flawed but perfect. The way they chatter endless thoughts, so warm and vibrant. The way they enclose like devil's gate sinful, dreadful and frightful yet mesmerizing, fascinating, so enchanting.
Your lips plucked my skin, embraided ephemeral moments and eternal caresses. It played a song that gave me goosebumps...... A standing ovation!
So warm but cold. So cold but warm. Each febricity must be remembered for it already tell thousand stories.
Sans cold, sans agony, sans emptiness.
Just you.
