Her lips are my delight
Honored shades of red
True pleasure when brought to press
How I celebrate their yield
When pursed it is my truth
To the edge I am drawn
When parted there is anguish
When they are parted elation
Bring to me sweet transpire
And gentle torture until
I am quenched
I need your sanctuary of caress
To live another day
Her lips are my delight
Honored shades of red
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