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Dec 2014
Your lips are a paintbrush
mine a blank canvas.
Your lips are moving on mine
like effortless strokes.
Our lips mixing like colors
creating something new, never discovered before.

Paint them.
Stain them.
Leave a masterpiece on my lips.
Oh, kissing.
Noelle M Eithun
Written by
Noelle M Eithun  Warrensburg, MO
(Warrensburg, MO)   
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