Lips (3)

With stormed lashed lips,

Prim and well pampered,

And lush rounded hips,

That swing unhampered.

With the wine sweet lips,

For the honeyed kisses,

Tickle behind the ribs,

And immensely blesses.

Rosy vibrant lips,

Imbued with desires,

From their nectar sip

Thirsting admirers.

Luscious balmy lips,

Thirsty for the soft touch,

The body will flip

By the thrill very much.

The delicious lips,

Drips like the roses’ dew,

The true lover’s tips,

The tongue in a cue.