Angie Watson

(Brewton, Alabama)

Lips of Velvet


His hand move slowly along her awaiting body
Her lips taste the salt of his skin as he cries out
once again "I love you"
She simply says "I know you do"
And cloesed her eyes to wait for that final kiss
As he presses his lips to hers she looks at him
and says "Don't forget me, I won't be gone long"
"What do you mean?" he asks
"I'll come back to you when your all alone."
He hugs her tight and says "Please come back
to me." "I will, I can see that you really love me."
She feels his lips of velvet on her cheek as she
dies a tear falls from her eye. At her funeral
she knew he would cry she had to leave him.
But could not tell him why

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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