Those lips in my mind's eye
Belonging to 'the one'
I'm hungry for them some days
Cause they look absolutely fun

Those lips look caressingly soft
But just the right amount of rough
Because to ignite the matchstick
Friction needs to be tough

Those lips maybe dark and chafed
Those lips may not be as smooth
But when they glide on my skin
All my worries they'll soothe

Those lips don't grin wide
But that small gentle smile
Is the little crescent moon
In my dark night sky for a while

Those lips will be like licking flames
Teeth grazing my skin by a margin thin
The fire of passion burning in them
Will imprint his name on my skin

Those lips don't speak a lot
Those lips can sing and sigh
But they will whispers in silences to me
Those lips can make me high

Yes, those lips can make me high

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