Those Lips

I become like liquid silk as my name is ushered through those lips. A smile is exposed and I stare in awe.
As your lips depart, you utter words that provide no interest.
Only a single thought coys through me.
How to stop you from speaking any further.
With my lips upon yours…
Is this too much, I wonder?
Will the next words from those lips speak my demise? Or will they respond with the same interest as mine?

{Written on Nov of 2017}