Your lips are like a bleak midwinter storm
Spilling frosty promises, icy lies
Their very touch makes me so falsely warm
Like frostbite, harshly numbing my insides
Your lips send whispers like an autumn breeze
Sweet I-love-yous assailing longing ears
You toss pretty words around as you please
And hoping the delusion's all I hear
Your lips are like a scalding summer sun
Burning my heart black with unrivalled fire
And your kisses are surely next to none
Setting my veins ablaze with hot desire
But in the end, a kiss is just a kiss
I have no time for love, or seasoned lips
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Well done. The story line moves right along and brings the reader to a slight twist in the end.
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this whole piece rocked hard
the metaphors brillient as always just built this steamy passion over. plus i love the opposites here
falsely warm
Like frostbite
and the way you ended it made me LOL
But in the end, a kiss is just a kiss
I have no time for love, or seasoned lips
Brillient! 
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Promise...sing
With some re-editing this sonnet would earn well deserved praise even coming from a poet three times your age ... as it stands it remains well worthy of attention
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Such angst/bitterness/anguish I feel in this sonnet.And at such a young age as you are?
Heartaches, broken hearts are some negative emotions reflected in our life. They are normal feelings, for without some of those bitterness in life and love... there will be no such thing called EXPERIENCE.
Life...you gotta love them!
Summer51
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