Hug My Lips

Hugs my lips tight as can be
Smack my upper lip with your lower one
Pink and juicy red colliding

I slightly bite your lower lip with my toothy grin

The Perfect Soundtrack

The drip drop pitter patter
Of gentle falling rain
Plays like music
In her ears

The perfect soundtrack for
The comfort and warmth
She finds in love’s arms

Chocolate ice cream
And strawberry drippings
On kiss stained lips

Juicy Red Strawberries

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I lick these luscious lips
Desire in my eyes
These juicy red strawberries
Enticing as your thighs…

Red Lips

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At 13, her lips were full and scarlet red. The perfect lips for her angelic face, even mother thought on several occasions that she had red lipsticks on…but not her, her lips were natural, no enhancements, and no make ups.

If only she had known that a lifetime of kissing and making out with frogs who could never be princes would leave her lips busted, pale and bruised, Angelina would have kept her lips to herself.

Now it’s too late for her red and full lips were now thin and dark. Darker than a chain smoker’s lips.