For your pecks clamp a solo revival,
But for the cheek, not enough survival.
Within a twinkle, lips beckon with handy tips,
tips on the lowly kips.
The magic on your lips
Like a fluidy-diamond on a golden zip
The sight of your yummy-lips enough to kill,
But it’d still work ignite enough skills
The fragrance I smell,
makes my head ring like a bell.
The shivers down my cells,
For its homely feelings I can’t tell.
Indescribable the affectionate,
Only for you it’s so passionate.
Coldy-scenario, enough sweats met
Watered, my dry lips as it turns wet
You Kiss my life,
With the breath of life!