I woke up, I dreamt of you, I dreamt of your lips...

those lips that draw my lips with music

and arise as an immense love song

 

I felt you; lust is consummated...

it secretly opens on my lips,

nocturnal theater of my dreams

making me speechless when caresses and kisses start

 

Your lips ...

embrace me, invite me to your bed;

that build up metaphors in my soul;

my utopia, reviving joy in my silent world.

 

My spirit; my unconscious tirelessly walks through my body while I sleep,

but do not know how to turn this passion into words

 

Alas, your lips!

Irresistible urge on my wet breasts

Those lips that are the shelter of my lips...

 

Oh yes, your lips!

that I would live for them,

that I would die without them

 

© Noris Roberts