Aug 31

latte lips.

Her lips were like
a latte
sweet foam and 
cinnamon 
like a new
book, pages crisp
and new,
sticky fingers 
lightly caressing 
Her cheeks, tinting
Them rose
and as her
eyelashes fan 
out against her 
face, I can see
my future,
wrapped in those 
latte lips.
About the Author: lila woodard
'But to make yourself feel nothing - so as not to feel anything - what a waste!' - Andre Aciman, Call Me By Your Name
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