Tuesday, December 17, 2013

His Icy Lips

When did his fiery lips become so cold?
When my lips are forever red-hot and ready
for his velvet masterful lips to make their demands,
so strong---but pliable am I in his hands.

I recall the beginning of our love’s burning passion so deep within our hearts to be completed, reaching down into the abyss of our very souls,
Making each kiss a passionate tournament as it reached its goals.

Not once did we falter in our ardent bliss,
nor did we skip a beat nor any landing kiss proved a miss,
Never---a day did pass without our lips strong and warm dipping into the taste of ardent honey
leaving feeling of love to recall,
No this was not just for a short time---not at all.

My heart wants to know---where his lips are going now,
Who tastes his skilled lips? Why and how?

When an appetite for love does no longer hungers
it should warn other hearts and lips---so the ache is                 
not such a fierce sharp blow---doing the love asunder.

So when did his sizzling lips become cold and not so bold?
Maybe a warning is being sent, to make one wonder
not what was said---but what was meant.                             

It is a time to ponder that his cold lips---now are icy,
Not hot or spicy, but freezing and indifferent, not caring
of the hurt to anyone’s waiting heart, not one
thought from his icy lips, no passion from them---no loving nips.

So ladies here is my solution to any ice cycles thrown by way,
My lips are ready to play another day, so I will say----go your
merry way---and please do stay,

And you better stand back---to remain out of my way,
Because no man who turns icy on me---will ever be free of the

memory of my lip’s honey taste their waiting eagerness for
equal love so rich, sweltering to meet and sway.

© BEPH 2013 All Rights Reserved

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