A love letter to your lips.

My gaze drops from your gorgeous eyes to your lips.

I love watching you when you speak. My eyes are drawn to your mouth, watching your lips as they form your thoughts into sound. There is a strange fascination in watching your tounge dart around in your mouth, a quick touch to your front teeth, only to disappear again. Then, when you're pausing to listen, I can see it quickly gliding over the surface of your lips, to give them that dampness that creates a slight sheen.

Admiring the soft surface of your lips, letting my imagination create the feeling of them touching my skin. Brushing against me, pressing against me, and feeling your warm breath glide over my skin, in that softest of touches, as you breathe. My mind teases me with thoughts of my lips brushing against yours, not daring to kiss them, and unable to shape the words that will bring you close enough.