15 February 2012
I wouldn’t dare To kiss Your swollen, pouting Lips.
Parted by a sigh; Whetted By the blunt tip Of the glistening Tongue.
The tickle of Stubble, cheek; Fine hairs dotting The line of your Upper lip.
A fine moustache.
A tremble, Exhale. ~Anon.
"Breathe" • Opuss № I