Lips

Where on you, can my lips find rest
Your source it's richest taste 
Take your rest right here on my chest
Let my tears now be teased

Let me begin here on your arms
For they hold me just so
Nestled within my own army
Sheltered and stuck on slow

One pinch behind those shoulder blades
Just beyond your hair line
Is a good thing we pulled the shades
These giggles in gray, mine

Soft is good, but never enough
Sexy is alright too
But sweet is a back-bone's stuff
When scented is the glue

When I can see your nerves clapping
As your twist become turns
I rest, remain, with repeating
Until the pleasure burns

No! hurting you is not my goal
Nor is making you flee
I want by the time we get old
You to know when it's me

Let my lips loose all over you
And don't you stop me yet
Like there is need for morning dew
So too the day we met