Her quivering lips

The mind spaghetti

Her quivering lips
and a still
summer afternoon;
His fingertips,
and her mind
full of doubts.

Her questioning eyes, searching,
for some secrets
in his half-lit world;
His intentions, now teetering,
like smoke
rising in the dark.

Her hair, a bit tangled,
in the memories of
their careless past;
Though his fingers, unraveling
them, for this moment
which he can’t surpass.

Yet her skin, warm, with
a fragrance of
the love they made;
As his lips exploring her
like a recurring dream, which
tastes of sweat and salt.

Her back shivers,
as he slips his hand
beneath her curves;
When the breath she was
holding, like a prayer,
she gave up at last.

Their bodies met, as
shadows meet under
the flickering lights;
When the time starts to flow with
sand grains, as they turned the

Her low voice
breaking, as she starts to
melt, like an evening sky;
When the sun goes down
the horizon, shyly…

View original post 34 more words


One thought on “Her quivering lips

  1. Thank you for sharing my work on your website. It means a lot 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.