Nourishing Your Thirst Poem

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