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His lips..

Poetry By: dianarose

I love kissing this man......

Submitted:Jan 16, 2007    Reads: 499    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I'm hungry for my mans lips,

They give me shaking hips,

I'm hungry for my man,

What a appetite I have.

Those kisses I do love,

They are never, ever drab.

They are wet and wild,

And I love to stay awhile.

They fill my head,

Just like I said.

I must have that feeling,

It is just so good and healing.

Whenever I am happy or blue,

This is what I want to do.

Grab his face,

Take my place,

And rub my lips to his.

I get such a big rush,

I think he makes me blush.

I do know that I gush,

Whenever our lips do touch.

Forget about the sex,

He puts me in a hex,

Whenever I get those lips.


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