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She is all lips nothing more All that matters are her lips no Cleopatra eyes, Barbie nose no long dangly Buddha ears She is all lips pink and brimming Every sense worth indulging coming to or tumbling from those lips lips lipsShe is all lips full, fleshy pulpy peaches halved fresh fallen from the tree---ripe sugar-laden luscious lightly scented redolent of promise flashing nature's opulenceShe is all lips no pits magenta centers rough bruised berries,tart as cherries plump and primed her reckless excess beckons him daring him to come inside those lips lips lipsHer lips exist for pleasure nothing more seeking sin and sensation tactile tantilization when she's touching tasting, teasing kissing here licking there and sucking up the thrill it is just living in those lips lips lipsTalking is extraneous food is superfluous singing is melodious but passion is the purpose of those lips without a conscience so that when she's had her fill of him she'll lure another lover to her lips lips lipsbut not---yet first she'll have his cream undertow ebb and flow her tsunami sucks him down swallows long and with a quick lick lick lick of those lavish lips she is sated he is gone sacrificed on the altar of her legendary lips lips lips lips lipsooooo00000ooooo a poem by Lisa Martinovicmyspace layouts for Get this layout for your myspace page.