Your Lips

I remember hearing the sound coming out
of your mouth...but Icant say
I remember the words.
I couldnt concentrate...
because your lips were too perfect
and finely formed for me to know
anything other than the fact that
I wanted to kiss you...
As you laughed about something
that happend on T.V.
all I wanted to do was was cut
you off mid sentence and kiss you.
I imagined what your lips taste like
They look like they'd be coconut flavored
or carmel vanilla.....
I imagined that I took my tongue
and traced the outline of your lips
Then inhaled your breath as the wetness
of my lips reached yours....creating
a swooning effect obivously...
since that is what I was doing
while you were talking
By the end of the conversation.
(which you seemed quite satisfied with)
youhad decided to buy pastachio icecream
and I had decided....
the night would not end....
until I kissed you.