His and her lips talk...AI version

�'� Whispers Between Lips �'�

His lips met hers in gentle play, 

 A dance of dusk, where night meets day.

 He asked, “Taste me�"my tongue, my fire,”

 She whispered back, “Kiss me with desire.”

She tasted him�"bitter, bold, A story on his tongue, 

untold. He felt her teeth, a daring bite,

 His lips pulled hers into the night.

Teeth met teeth in tangled grace,

 A rolling rhythm, face to face. And in that clash, 

so soft, so true, Their mouths confessed: “I love you.”

His nose brushed lightly on her cheek, A tender touch,

 serene and meek. She felt it like a newborn sigh, 

 A baby's breath, a lullaby.

Their lips spoke not in words alone, 

 But in the language lovers own�" A silent song, 

a sacred art, Of lips that speak the beating heart.

Jessy Jacob