Her Lips

Drenched with the colour of devils eyes,
as creamy as an ice-cream scoop,
lushness of a dew soaked petal,
softness of a pigeons feather.

A curve upwards and the world submits,
a curve downwards and darkness descends,
they part and exhibit a necklace of pearls,
yesterdays innocence, todays trends.

Dipped in strawberry red they are,
a glimpse for which kings trade their gold,
a firm line together when they draw,
the modern beauty, mature and bold.


A sight of their casts a spell,
I am enchanted in by their mesmerising glow,
the passageway to beautiful thoughts,
the honey dripping talk my mind that blows.

An addictive picture together they paint,
lending the hand a velvety touch,
a pale of sweetness with them entwined,
a masterstroke of God's paintbrush!