Love: I Love Her Lips
Whenever she talks I'm sure there are words,
Music that floats from her lips,
I'm sure her words paint a beautiful story,
But all I can see is a kiss,
You see, my mind turns to jelly, no reason no rhyme,
She puts some sort of spell in my head,
A spell made of rainbows coloured in love,
By beautiful lips made of red,
Which draw me in, make me fall,
Take, from me, any control,
Forcing me to give all that I am,
My love, my embrace, and my soul,
Her lips own me, I love her smile,
Her lips are the sail to my yacht,
Her lips have kissed all that I am,
Her lipstick's tattoed on my heart.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2020
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