#bubblegum lips

Beneath the twilight's gentle hue

Rooftop bar with a magical view

In a dim-lit glow, two voices entwine

Sharing memories over glasses of wine

Moonlit streets and whispered jokes

Hand in hand and playful pokes

Talking 'bout past and future goals

Invisible spark between their souls

At the train station, tipsy and bold

She leaned in close, her wishes told

His luscious lips drew her near

She wondered the taste, he chose to steer

Next time around he leaned in close

With a playful smile he whispered "Almost"

"I'd love to kiss you, but I'll wait, you see,

Just teasing you softly is tempting for me"

A few days passed they met again

Sat on a bench and suddenly then

She tasted the bubblegum of his lips

(bubblegum lips and fingertips dipped in liqueur both tasted you, traced the curves of your hips and chased away the blue haunting you.)

sometimes it’s easier to mince your words first before spitting them out, she whispered one night, leaning forward over the bottle in between you, a dare sharp and splitting in her eyes. your lips, no longer blue but crimson, bloody and glittering, stained pink where her lipstick rubbed off in raucous yells. 

(bubblegum lips and fingertips dipped in the neon scabs they scratched from your wounds.)

you find fragments of yourself in the bin, chewed up and spit out like the hot pink bubblegum. too late, you’ve started chewing on your tongue like she does gum, and your mouth tastes of nothing but the metallic bite of iron. 

(bubblegum lips and fingertips dipped in nothing but bubblegum stains.)

Hehehehe….it blind sides you doesn’t it?!  

No amount of warning could possibly prepare you for the adorkableness that is Ned…. there there Jenny *holds you* I promise you’ll survive. You’ll willingly dissolve into a puddle of mush first, but errr, no really… Ned needs to come with a warning label…. agreed?

his lips color are a mixture of cherry pop and bubblegum