The mystery behind your lips
Shapely and pretty as the bud,
Pierces like a beacon in dips
Into heart with flashing nod.
The fine dressing of your lips
Daily from the colors of rainbow,
Open, they house in their kisser,
Pearly teeth whiter than snow.
Delight to the heart and the eye,
Heaven…They add to your smile.
They beg for love in quivering sigh,
For them, I will go the extra mile.
To desire them is my weakness,
Sometime unaware of their move,
Covered with dewdrops of sweetness,
My heartache they’ll forever remove.
In them, I savor a touch of heaven
That fills my life with gentle things.
For a kiss, my lips beforehand shiver
And feel the brush of angels’ wings.
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