Lips

I could tell that my life was changing,

When her lips met mine,

With that look we were exchanging,

With the leftover taste of her red wine,

Afterwards there seemed to be hesitation,

There was no overlay narration,

I didn’t know how to feel,

I know that I can be her prince charming,

Within me is that zeal,

But I couldn’t take that as a warning,

She’s gotta be my focus before she slips,

I just gotta get these words off my lips,

By The Gardener