Your tender lips drew me in to imagine my lips were pressed to yours again,

Was it my heart’s desire of you or was it the soft pout of your lips that drew me in,

My eyes tracked your lip’s movement as if I was a computer trained to follow,

As I sat wrapped in deep thoughts of desire for you I felt I had become shallow,

So deep in thoughts of desirous acts I felt shame to think nasty thoughts of you,

Your beauty warrants such thoughts of desire for you but should I follow through,

If only I did I would pull you oh so very close, even closer than you were that night,

Our lips first touch would create such a spark most would think it was now daylight,

My words and thoughts have never focused on just your lips as justice may dictate,

Alas, there is no need for justice to intervene because my heart and mind can relate,

The magical pout seen is but a slight forward motion to imply she is “what its about,”

I’m the first to agree of such as it is for me that her lower lip may slightly push out,

To push out is to pout when the words combine so perhaps she will conjure a word,

Love’s motion is bringing me nearer her and I press my anxious lips to hers it is heard,

The slight moan beneath her voice is unique in its presence as only I know the sound,

It’s called a “sloan” meaning a soft low moan that she only makes when I am around,

To think that thoughts of your lips could do such, as discuss words and their creation,

One wonderful thing your beautiful red lips do for me is to bring me to a point of elation,

That you’ve been asked what color of lipstick you wear when you have none on is true,

Red rose is the color or hue for those that ask but most of all your red lips say, I love you.

The end, by Pat for my beautiful little Patti

I love you baby.