Whispers of love linger on crimson lips,
Softly spoken, like the breeze through trees,
Secrets told in twilight’s gentle eclipse,
Carried by the night on silken seas.

Each kiss a promise, a story untold,
In the curve of a smile, mysteries unfold,
The warmth of touch, a comfort to hold,
On lips that speak of tales both new and old.

In the quiet moments, a language unique,
Where words may falter, lips dare to speak,
Bound by passion, in whispers so meek,
The essence of love, in every kiss, we seek.

Crimson lips, a canvas of desire,
Painting dreams with a brush of fire,
In their touch, hearts aspire,
To a love that will never tire.