THOSE SWEET LIPS 2

Those sweet lips,
I could kiss those lips all night long,
Every pore, each follicle
Breaking into a song,
Violin hums,
Guitars strum
As the red of your lips
Dances through my veins,
Igniting,
Inviting
That luscious dainty bruise,
From which arousals ooze,
Oh! Do not confuse,
Nor refuse
My lips 
As they plant themselves on yours
And you slip into my arms,
My beautiful Muse!

©Madhumita