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Oct 2017
You want to know why I think
Lips are ****?
You really want to know?
You don’t see it?
You don’t see them?
Those thick
Juicy
Luscious
Hot lips?
I want to touch them
I want to feel them
I want to taste them
And I’m not even talking in that way
Yet
I like it when you lick them
I like it when you gloss them
It turns me on
It’s been too long since a woman placed her lips
Onto mine
Your lips
And mine intertwined?
That would be divine.
So do you see it?
Or is it just me?
A tribute poem about a crush's lips and how they make the speaker feel.
Tristan Taylor
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Tristan Taylor  31/M/Houston, Texas
(31/M/Houston, Texas)   
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