I Write Poetry

For Writing Challenge of November 14.

From Within These Lips

The silence stills the air
When no one tends to talk
A longing tone I need to hear
A whisper as we walk

I hear a voice, it's calling me
To fill a lonely night
And let this tongue through ruby lips
Make everything all right

My palate cleansed, and words fulfilled
We sit in utter bliss
From within the lips, await the feel
Of an everlasting kiss.