The Right Set Of Lips - Poem by Esther Leclerc
Three small words... eight tiny letters...
mean much more than any other
when formed together by the right set of lips
in the voice you adore (tender... urgent) .
That significant look is the key,
holding fast your eyes, your insides...
some words take you captive
and you don't want to be free
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