Her lips, a canvas of beauty, divine,
A tantalizing allure, a delicate line.
A crimson curve that steals every glance,
With each subtle smile, they mesmerize, entrance.
Silk petals of passion, oh, how they invite,
A whisper of secrets, a kiss in the night.
Their gentle touch, a sweet and tender bliss,
A symphony of words in a single, silent kiss.
They speak of love, in a language untold,
A story of desire, in shades of red and gold.
Her beautiful lips, a work of art so rare,
Captivating hearts with their timeless flair.
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This poem is very enchating and captivating. It attracts me to read it. Literary devices: metaphor because he compares her lips with a canvas of beauty, imagery in the verses whisper of secrets and symphony of words.