Your pink lips…

November PAD Challenge Day 25 Consumption poem.

A woman finally makes her debut in heaven, but one is left wondering, why?

A love remembered.

Mom smiles,we feel happy…

And a print of your wet lips

On the rim of my finest glass.

On my lips is your name…

Here I am imagining losing my virginity and I have never had a proper kiss, and I’m pretty sure why that is. Kissing You… Wow; I wonder could I ask for more, is there really anything truly more intimate than a kiss?

The epitome of romance.

Every word she spoke was a lie.