Monday, 20 May 2013

Lips....


Lips…

The supple cherry lace,

Bordering a sweet, sensual mouth.
Gates to passion,
Wired with intense nerves,
That go haywire when triggered.



Red lips,
Dark lips,
Full lips,
Thin lips,
Pouting lips,
Puckered lips.
They can lie,
They can declare,
They can swear.
They can kiss,
They can smile,
They can laugh.

The svelte cherry lace,
Entry way to ardor.
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