beware of what the Lips can do
it is the one who whispers to a
lass’s ear, luring and flirting
trying to make her surrender
it promises bright tomorrow
it can pick up the stars and the moon
and sew them like a gold necklace to offer
it can gather rain, lightning and thunder
it speaks of sweet measly murmurs
an irresistible bait sure to lure
it pronounces love when it means lust
and then when finally you gave in
when finally you returned his kiss
it will swiftly commute to gobbledygook
As far as I know, I got kissable lips, Lol.
Never trust a moving mouth...LOL...Very good imagery. Also, your poem flows well..