Her Ruby Red Lips, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Ruby red lips, coated by evening dew.
As they move toward me, heart’s pace bolted.
She stops and offers petite smile askew.
Deep breath taken, my heart is restarted.
Again towards me with, finger in lead,
Fully removed from between her hot lips.
Enjoyed its taste, wanting her more to feed.
Patience being needed to come to grips.
All during dinner, heart strings she did pull,
Stoking the fires of vivid emotion.
Seeing her lips became ever painful.
My heart is seeking some kind of action.
Paid the bill, we were quickly out the door,
Ruby red lips so eager to explore.