These are my lips. <br />They are big full lips. <br />They need more open space to <br />wrap them selves firm around. <br />They don't fit onto smug potty, little <br />pretty faces pout y, these lips <br />are full wide and free thinking lips. <br />They don't like to be kept beholding, nor empty. <br />Wet these lips, have never been without, <br />they move up north when they want to <br />they head south when they need to. <br />What they do. <br />Unless to you, is none of your business. <br />Now as i smile, as you wish it were you. <br />Mine are rich pink firm hard to grasp lips <br />and these mighty lips, <br />have sunk more than my share, of ships. <br />Lips that are magic. <br />Lips never loose. <br />Should you, could but come around too know them. <br />They would pull the oil right out of the ground, <br />and on a man, they will never be found.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lips-9/
