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.