Oh Her Devilish Lips

I searched and wondered Mother Earth, Looking for the last of roses... Hoping that Lady Mary gave birth, Before the gate of all heavens closes... At last I met a lost soul, Trembling emotions, Broken memories, Crowned diamonds on her diva's pole... On her devilish lips, Absorbed through her white pearls, Our tongues spoke a thousand words, In all languages, signs, and curls... Drawing passion with love swords... On her devilish lips, I tasted heaven, Melted over her moist skin, Cooked spices in her eastern tavern... Took my soul for a spin... On her devilish lips, I felt her drumming beats, Losing my past in her angel eyes, As life gave me front row seats... To foresee where true beauty lies... On her devilish lips, I am finally alive ??