Lips, so soft, echo silent sounds,
Crying kiss me,
Bang on,
Stroke me with those lips of yours.
Adorned only with brightly coloured lanolin,
trying hard to preserve their satin touch,
Lick them not unless hunger draws you in,
Hunger for me, that is,
me the precocious one,
The one that dared to love you,
Warrior king,
I am your queen,
The queen of your heart, who kisses your lips,
A mosaic of of chapped lip colours,
Dry and sore, as you too are,
Fk me with your lips as you fcked me with your pen,
Too much to bear, seeing your chapped lips unsatisfied!
(c) Livvi