Permutating Lips

[IXinX]

Close your eyes and when you kiss her upturned and yielding lips, it’s all your will to not think of the other one you need over this;
over this is what you are over, over and under desire slips.

As you look at the proffered lips, wanting to know why you sufficed for this.
Her inky eyes, smouldering with lusty sexual desire. She wants to eat you alive, lusts after you with such a fire.
Burns for you…
If you leave and it all goes dire,
She’s out there alone on a wire, lighting her own funeral pyre.
How can a kiss ever turn out so wrong?

But you can’t help it, there’s another you need. Not her, not this one. She is your friend, not your lover, just a muse, somewhere to occasionally get footloose.
As she burns, how do I start to end this song?

 

[New]

Oh my, this piece speak of lost inspiration to me - you know, that feeling when you've got to write SOMETHING, but you've got nothing to write about - just a tease of muse, if you get my drift.

Very good.

 

[wastedwalrus]

Hehe awesome. I laugh because it's amazing how you describe the kiss. You compound so many ideas into an event that is only seconds... which is so ingenious and appropriate because that's what happens; the mind races.

Very cool.

 

[IXinX]

Thanks guys

I'm not really sure where this came from. I found .doc on my computer dating back years and finished it off/edited it last night.

It's probably about sufficing for something that neither of us really want, but are trying to believe we need.