He keeps It carefully tucked away
And seeks It in time of need
I've watched him on several occasions
Meticulously indeed
He's doing It again!
The look of sheer pleasure on his face
As he slips It in its protective place
From afar, I wish It were me
Mmm! He's doing It again!
How soothing it must be
Is this the second time, no third, maybe even the fourth?
I've seem to have lost count
Why am I so fixated?
Oh how I wish he'd use me that way
I can be as comforting
Even more moist
Again? ! Really? !
It is driving me crazy
I must stay calm
Why am I so jealous of that darn Lip Balm!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem