Lip serviceA Poem by IvoryHis lips curled Whenever he anticipated her lips on his
Watching her apply lipstick
His mouth watered
She puckered her lips
Inviting him to taste
Instantly turned on
She swirled her tongue around his
Pulled her closer
Can’t get enough of her fragrance
Wanting to melt into her skin
Clothes fall gently to the floor
She stands there
Revealing all
Self assured
She has power
Keeping him addicted to her flesh
With just one sexy look
And some cherry colored lipstick…
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Added on October 28, 2008Last Updated on November 6, 2008 |

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