Full Lips Poem by Khristian E. Kay

Do you believe in love?
Of course not
you are a pedestaled woman
created wholly
to be admired not touched,
fondled, manipulated
by the callous fingers of love
you are not meant for those like me
who want to define you
instead you covet the adoration
of soft cheeks
dimpled rubs against
your flowing sable hair
caressing lips that kiss
your porcelain
alabaster cheek
and gentle fingers that brush paint
on your full red lips

through hindsight recourse
I fell into you
your ruddy heart pursed mouth
spitting out my love


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