My lips will not rest
Until they find yours again
Without you
Cold air is beating against them
Making them dry, chipped
Shrivelling up with secret desires
Pouting because of a request
An invitation
To fulfil the promise
Give what has been missing
Nourish a starved moment
Your lips warm and beautiful
Can I touch?
Or should I wait for a sign
A response
That will give mine permission
To touch yours
Lips that talk
Now prove a love so strong
Wanting to wait for a while
Before quenching a deep thirst
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