RED LIPS STICK

Her red lips stick in my mind

I can’t escape the thoughts called what if

I can’t run from the fantasy of touch

And I have to embrace the fact I have followed through

To see what the end was like in my move-me

 Her red lips stick in my mind

Stuck on telling temptations of consent

To let them explore my thoughts and my body

And my lips too

A taste awaits the touching of 4 of a kind; two pair

No room to spare conversation

Let lips talk

Tongues mediate and hold on…

I’m translating a range of motion

Range of feelings

A rising confirmation that heat is on high alert

And I’m signed up for the what’s next class

That starts right now

And the only requirement is to study lips

And take test with lips

Do research with lips

Go deep with lips

Until I get my L I Phd

Sealed with a kiss and red seal of satisfaction

I wasn’t trying to write this

 Or even say it out loud

But when I saw her red lips

My ever present bully, lust,

Moved me out of the way and said

Imagine. Now. Do it

As I fell prey to the only weakness

That dominates me; ME

But I am blaming it on her red lips

That stuck in my mind

Stuck on my mind

Because I want to get stuck with hers

Even if it’s only for a moment

Just to put lips and taste together

And see if it equals the satisfaction advertised

When her lips caught my eyes

©2011 Wayne Box Miller