Selfish Thoughts

infatuated

Something as simple as the curvature on her lips can draw him in
There's an urge to love an opportunity to touch
Soft waters that have fairly binded her soul
Wild winds have caressed the love
Sweat has taken comfort in landing
The red cherry coal has decorated her lips

His lips could be the opportunity
But he'd rather look than taste her pain
He fears more pain will occur
The gravel in his lips don't go as oceans flow
So he sits being clouded by what it could feel like
To kiss the holy waters of her scent