Musings At A Poetry Class - Poem by Eugene Levich
Her lipstick is irresistible,
So begging to be crushed by other lips.
And her hair, so sun-bleached
Her skin, so pale, so fair.
She moves her small white hands
As she speaks.
I like the sound of her voice.
What must those bright Red lips
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