Her lips were made for this, as are her hips, this moist
place into which I wander, waving my magic wand, I look at her lips and make a
wish, hoping it will come true, let me come through, her lips parted in such a
way as to make me ache, and invitation I dare not decline, her eyes full of
laughter, maybe mockery, as she knows where I need to go, and she teases me,
licks her lips as if over a lollipop, and I get stiffer, still asking myself--
will she, won't she, are those lips wide enough to admit me, and is she really
sending a message, or will she always keep me in denial, when her lips and hips
are made for this, am I brave enough to take the plunge and if I am, if I can
get up courage, will she let me inside
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