| LIPS |
| Lips so red. Lips so sweet. Lips I know. Are just for me. They whisper dreams. They whisper thoughts. Lips I know. I love alot. They can be red. They can be clear Lips that I love. I love very dear. They press against mine. I fall like a rock. Because it is love. Love that I won't stop. I press a fingur. up against hers. And as we kiss. It calms my nervs. RD 2000 |