Without lipstick, you have the sweetest lips.
That leaves that impression they deserve to be kissed.
Whether in the darkest of night with only the brightness of the moonlight.
Or early dawn right before the daylight.

Tender and warm that, they are.
Sensual and enhancing that have me wanting to kiss them more.

You know, when looking at me.
Exactly what part of your beautiful face I seek.
They draw me to you.
They keeps me near you.

I could go for days seeking you.
Wanting you.
There's something about your sweet lips that holds me captured.

I'm not a hostage.
And far from a slave with a master.
But I would be yours, if you only asked me.
Or just kiss me, with those sweet lips.

The sweetest lips, I've ever kissed before.