(date uncertain)
It’s the drip from her lip
That attracts me,
Just a tiny bubble
Of something clear
She drinks,
Maybe water,
Or some juice
That lingers there,
Begging to be rescued
By someone’s kiss,
I can’t cease to stare
Even when her eyes
Intrigue me most
This tiny clear
Distractor
That causes such
Turmoil n my brain,
As if I am on the brink
Of something,
To take that first step,
To ease near to
Where her lips part
To risk a plung
Into something
From which
I might never return,
And may never want to…
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