Hypnotized By Your Lips
By Ada Ireland
I know you’re trying to tell me something
but I don’t understand a word.
I keep staring at your lips,
the way they move
at just the perfect speed
with just the perfect amount of smirk,
teeth,
and the tip of your tongue showing.
All I can think of is,
“Those lips deserve a soft, slow kiss.”
So, if you want me to listen
to your story,
you’ll have to turn your back to me.
Otherwise, I might just have to kiss you.