Long time no speak. Here's a newish post for you.
From these lips come a gentle smile.
That hides lies and truth!
That covers up the scars and wounds
Of pain and words uncouth.
A smirk, if you please,
But it’s the same response to a call of mushiness.
My smile means a lot to me.
But to you it’s what you make it to be.
From these lips come words of passion,
That represent my heart.
They speak of interest and things I love,
Turning speaking to an art.
A rude tongue, some might say.
But in response to your words they are a gateway
To understand what’s in my head
But it’s up to you to hear what you want instead.
From these lips come a quiver,
Of fear, nerves and anxiety.
hen the mood negates and shadows creep
the two layers shake beyond me.
I've no control over their movement
Nor the speed at which it occurs.
Besides an unnoticed motion far surpasses
confused words and jumbled slurs.
From these lips come a sound
that choses different tonations
And accents and melody, and speed and volume
All representing different inclinations.
But all in their own way
Transgress a sound of music
Smooth and soft to thy ear
To cure the the noise of the world.
From these lips come the actions of lust
That burning desire within.
They yearn for your taste and return the favour
Of pleasure, passion and sin.
A foul instrument, you might call it.
But it bring pleasure for a moment or too
And I’ll sound my fulfilment,
When you satisfy and hope you do so too.
