Melatonin Sand Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Those lips,
Paradise the only way to
describe them.
Beautiful & full, melatonin sand.
Gimme a first class flight &
Wake me when we get there.
Elevated in lusciousness,
Their island of mystery I plan to discover,
Soon as we land then I'll know I am in paradise.
The sun full & bright savoring the
Flavor of relaxation.
Those lips the only place I want to be,
The sound of desire melting and crackling away
in the middle of winter.
To be the sand wrapped around
The foundation of your lip gloss,
Those lips I've dreamed of
belonging to,
Those lips I've run away to over a
million times.
Sun kissed and dipped in tequila.
Gimme a first class flight &
Wake me when we get there