Your Lips

So warm and inviting
I wonder how it’s exciting
interesting friends I adore
ecstasy of voices in all galore

Ratu batu… I was in Timbuktu
So necessary, my choice was too
knowing what I was missing
yet with my love, it’s a blessing

alluring eyes, friendly passionate,
lusciously painted hair, gently affectionate,
painted ruby red lips, heads turning,
desirous smile, hearts that’s burning!

those that’s painting the town glistening red,
lushness of lips that that has the urge to taste,
oh behold lay anything not to waste,
we are all there to lay them roses on a king’s bed,

play it’s safe, just wine and dine, without rhymes,
have an Italianese, but just don’t forget the thyme,
add some wild dark chocolate sausages, it’ll be just fine,
for those who had to miss, there’s be another time!

the moments of pleasure we capture,
yet without them endorphins, it’s a torture!
with them lips, the passion that we lock,
les’t forget about all them throbbing cock!

beyond any figment of imagination,
getting together for an innocent sensation,
singing together, oh such an happy occasion,
swinging together for good sexy vibrations,

sweet Valentine’s scent in the air
it’s your birthday, so let’s be fair
there’s not any damsel in despair how honestly, it’s only a foodie affair,

truly, it’s them alluring lips,
I pen this with a sword from my hips,
mesmerizingly with my shaking fingertips,
Stroking back and forth with honey coated bliss!