What perfectly formed lips you have.
Everytime I see them,
I just want to kiss them.
Luscious
Sumptuous
Juicy
tender lips
Stop talking!!
I want to start kissing
those curvaceous lips...
suck them both I will,
nibble them
and suffocate them with mine.
Darling...do those marvellous things with your lips
onto me
YES me!
Let your lips explore the geography
of my curvy body.
Let your lips glide easily,
wherever they want to be.
Smother my most moist places
you know them well...
when you see them, you can tell.
Rub my most intimate areas...
Wow! Precious, pleasurable and tremendous!
Your lips...
Your lips...
They are mine
All mine.
Succulent lips,
those lips of yours
just one kiss from your lips
the sweetness that will exist!
Your bootylicious lips
Never have I seen lips like THESE!
-SHF-
5 comments:
Never ever saw a man's lips that way. So descriptive. You rock Neneps.
LIP SERVICE
You really know how to appreciate your man Neneps. He must be one hell of a guy to sweep you off your feet like that. Lucky man to have you for his girl.
Timpleton (MADAGASCAR)
After reading your poem, I observed my boyfriend's lips. They are pale and very thin. Can't say much about his lips but he's a good kisser I guess.
Girlfriend
Men with full, perfect lips are supposed to be great charmers and good conversationalists...but then they can also be the biggest liars out there. They love to flatter women just to get what they want...to put it crudely...use them and lose them.
LipReader
I once was consulted by a father of a daughter because he was astonished to discover that his pretty daughter was head over heels with a plain looking fella. His daughter was ravishing to say the least and a graduate of a foreign university set up locally. He, a plain Joe with no tertiary qualification. Matters were serious between these young folk and it was high time that the concerned father have a chat with his prospective new family member. He decided to invite me along. He suggested that we meet in an environment that allowed for us to be heard clearly- so that ruled out the mamak kiosk. He was as he was described- a real plain looking fella. What begin to unfold was a few startling facts. He listened with his ears and eyes. Rapt attention. Took his time and spoke clearly and precisely. Was not keen to impress. Was himself. In the entire conversation my friend found himself speaking about 90% of the time and that fella listened. I mean he really listened. He didn't argue. He just sat and nodded in affirmative. I began to like him. When I realized that my friend retired to the rest room, I asked this fella if i could ask some questions. He was agreeable. From what I learned, he was the listening type and my friend's daughter was the chatty type. That guy had no car but had a house! He moved about on a motorcycle. I asked why he didnt have a car and he replied that with the depression cycle heading Malaysia's way, he reckoned he would get a good continental car with only a few miles in it at a relatively good condition and price to match. I also learned that he liked my friend's daughter very much as they engaged in very carefully oriented sex and observed safety precautions. She seemed to have some really bizzare dreams of the lifestyle she wished to live and he felt that her desires were a challenge for him to improve himself and garner the good and great things in life to have a balanced enjoyment of the material and subtle things of life. When my friend returned to the table and this fella went to ease himself, my friend asked me what I thought of him. I told him that if he didn't get this guy for a son-in-law, then he would be an idiot of a father. In reality life often springs a surprise when we least expect it. When I later asked my friend's daughter, she said that he was the type of guy of her dreams; not some pampered mama's boy but a real man. I must say that I was impressed with her.
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