Lips of the Forbidden

A Journey into Desire

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Your lips, they are a riddle wrapped,
Unseen by time’s cruel cascade,
A promise yet to be unwrapped,
A meeting kept in the shadow’s shade.

Molten desires they hold within,
Yet stubborn as sulfur’s potent flame.
Should they express the secret sin,
Or withhold the play of love’s tender game?

Two lips, a beautiful blasphemy,
I forgive their sins in pious trace,
For from them flow gems of ruby,
A testament of your radiant grace.

Lips that hold steadfast, I adore,
A fortress built on scarlet plains.
Their patience speaks of power, pure,
A stronghold where passion reigns.

The garden’s cherries are in bloom,
A memory of a kiss imprinted,
On the wound time cannot consume,
In joy and sorrow, forever minted.

Two lips, agents of destruction sweet,
With them I’ve found love’s burning heat,
And with them, I’ve tasted bitter defeat,
In every kiss, every passionate beat.