Her Red Lips, I Love Her Red Lips
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Those lips,
Her lips,
I love her red lips,
I want to kiss her bright shiny red lips.
And those hips,
Her hips,
I love her hot hips,
I want to dance with her swaying hot hips.
Every day when she walks past my shop window,
My heart stops, my everything ceases to matter.
And she just keeps on walking, not caring or seeing,
Just walking leaving my passion all a tatter.
And her hair,
That hair,
I love her red hair,
I want to feel the purity of her curly long hair.
But I stare,
I just stare,
All I can do is just stare,
I want to be better than a guy with a blind stare.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
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