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About This Poem
your honeyed lips
your honeyed lips
the two of them thrill me
I don't mention my favoritism
regarding the bottom one
however, it can't be denied
I believe it may be
that it is the plumpest
of the two
I imagine if I bit it
strawberry filling would emerge
because that is a flavor
I can't live without
but the two of them I need
for your sweet whispers
I love the dance they
do across my skin
pirouettes and spins
leaving a trail of
moistened kisses
but again
don't tell the top one
how I am drawn to
the bottom one because
your honeyed lips
the two of them thrill me
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