Though distance separates physically, that mental attraction that you
provide keeps me warm at night. So as I sit here and type with you on my
mind I'll use your words to compose a quilt of feelings that wraps me in
those things that make up you.... because to be engulfed by you is better
than any kiss that can be pressed against my lips at this very moment in
time. I'd rather wait for an honest kiss than to be hushed with lips that lie
For those lips that lie have left their trace once upon a time
They presented false desires and open-ended gifts of nothingness
The presence of honesty was as rare as it was obvious
For its lack was known but the absence of it left a wanting in the mist
Honesty… what exactly does this word mean?
Is it something that will remain unknown to me?
I seek and I search trying to find those valid words
But they often appear to me in words that are unheard
An honest kiss would be knowledge that grabs my attention
Luring me in caressing my thoughts, helping me release all tension
Provoking temptations leaving a longing for more
Providing a wanting for something that most only wish they could know
So as times passes and this lips come along
Will the result be an honest kiss or lips that lie and steer wrong
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