Lips

Teathered dreams and leather bound visions
Sweat covered intent upon silk laden decisions
All for the prizes that are your lips

Breath like water over your skin
Moans that call the wants of men
All for the prizes that are your lips

Hopes and whips studded with silver, mounted with
gold
A heat upon your cheeks if you do what you're told
There is noone else for to Me you are sold
All for the prizes that are your lips

Fires of passions and winds of love
Burning from My heart to yours above
All for the prizes that are your lips
And a simple breathe as I wait
Standing quietly at the college gate
All....
for the prizes....
That are...

Your lips...