A  bedtime story for rude children,

Poems by Oscar

The Curve of Your Lips

Lips that engrave their words on my heart.
Lips that enslave me with their grandeur.
Upper so tender, lower so exquisite…
Lips of love, Lips of fire.

when together they desire to be embraced.
Words your lips whisper, I long to hear
Just to see them near I wonder should i
Embrace And feel that fire……

By Oscar