Your Tu' Lips

You… can send me Roses And cards with Sonnet-Stories You… buy me Bouquets’ But there’s one Plant, I need Each Day… It’s something… You, Yourself have to Bring And must never stop it Blooming It’s something You just can’t Ship… … It’s Your Tu’ Lips I like Orchid-Arrangements And every Posy, You ever Sent Get Bluebonnets… when You’re Out of Sight But, only One Pick is my Favorite The Scent of a Sweet, Warm Breath Petal-Soft, and Passionate I just want to Sip The Nectar of Your Tu’ Lips No Wildflower, got the Power To Out-Whip… Your Tu’ Lips Your Love Feeds… My Taste-Bud Needs and the Dew, that Drips… from Your Tu’ Lips… Honeysuckle, is Fine Give Me Violets and Petunias, Sometimes Sunflowers… May Follow You Darlin’ … but, You’re the Bulb, in my Prize Garden That Grows in Sunshine or Shade The Kind, The Good Lord Made And I’ll Never Walk by nor Skip … a Kiss, from Your Tu’ Lips…