Sweet Lips
Ah! So ripe so fresh sweat lips of your orchard
I wish to find my way thru its maze
Narrowly missing your gaze
Behold red, thick as you role them into a pout
When I see you in this pose I doubt
I doubt could angels be so mellow
So gentle so subtle so true
Alas I open my eyes and see you
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