Insatiable

Her lips do so much more than whisper sweet nothings and promises like flavor filled exotic fruits. They are ripe for the suckling.

Her scent fills my air and sugar begins coursing through my lungs and I can almost taste her as she walks on by.

look at me.

I think to myself.

As her radiance escapes me, Our eyes never meet.

Time slows to a whisper as she passes my company not at all noticing me.

The moment over in an instant, but felt like a life time.. Such as beautiful moments so often do.

Her lips do so much more…