My eyes can’t stop sipping your gorgeous smiles
brewed with a glittery gloss
And a hypnotising laughter,
Am just carried away
In this silent conversation
Between my eyes and your lips
That enslave me with their grandeur.
In the brackets of your dimples
Is a tantalizing movement of your lips,
I savour at their texture,
The upper; so tender,
The lower; really exquisite,
When together, makes me avid
And when drenched, I yearn to perceive them,
I’ll still embrace them even when arid.
Can I just limp kiss you in the moonlight
Or would I get tipsy from the Scottish wine of your lips?
My tongue craves to tiptoe on their pathways,
As it searches for a honeycomb,
Till it builds a hive of kisses
Just in the brackets of your dimples
.©Teddy Temple 2016
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