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Published: Feb 2011
how to touch them I linger.
Lips that enslave me with their grandeur,
just to see them near I ponder.
Upper so tender, lower so exquisite
when together makes me avid;
when drenched, they yearn to be perceived;
when arid, they desire to be embraced;
Lips that laugh, lips that smile
with your prongs makes me eye.
Lips that moan, lips that sigh,
takes me to a loathsome high
Within my imprisoned wish I conceive
but laugh at myself at the way they deceive
words your lips whisper, I long to hear
but just memories I have to keep them dear
Lips of love, Lips of ire
lips of sweetness, lips on fire
lips of golden heavenly mire
hope they wont leave me in dire.